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The city has gotten to me.

I woke up one day and realized I live in Chicago...the 3rd or 4th largest city in the United States. After 5 years it finally hit me. Many people would never dream of ever living in some place as big as this and some people do dream of it, but never gather up the courage to pack thier bags and go. How did I get here?

School in the city is different. It's like you don't even live there, you're just a separate entity inside of something bigger- like D.C. and Maryland. D.C. isn't Maryland, but surrounded mostly by it. Then you get out of school and most of your friends leave. You learn what the word alone means. Then you adjust, you get new friends, you move on. I've been moving on for 2 years now. Everything seems glamourous again: the night lights shining on Lake Michigan are brilliant, the ferris wheel is fun again and not something I've done 200 times, getting ice cream on a warm summer night brings the same excitement as when I was eight.

The sirens are like a nice lullaby at night-time now; its hard to fall asleep in complete quiet. Walking around drunk people on Saturday night is normal. Chicago is home.