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I'm finally at that point where I no longer want to go back to Iowa for anything other than the people. I miss the city too much and the only advantage Iowa has as a location is the existence of stars (instead of orange glow) and the local restaurants. I really get confused about it too, because no matter which location I am, I always refer to going back to the other as "going home." I'm more attached to Chicago though, I think, especially since getting a cat so I don't miss the fuzzies.
I really like being able to walk everywhere, and taking the train, and seeing the city lights outside my window, lighting my way through the apartment even when I turned off my lights. Then I get home and at both parents' houses it's like I have no place to be. My room at my mom's is already shared with my younger sister, and then she took over my room at my dad's house since I left -- and they wonder why I was getting frustrated with everyone taking over my apartment before I got dragged to Iowa.
No, family (or four members of it all at once) should definitely not come visit me again. I was expected to treat them like regular guests (as in, I should be super hospitable the way I would be to a friend), when they treated me like a family host (as in, they raided my fridge without asking and so on and so forth the way you never would to a friend). I get big time travel anxiety no matter what, but aside from that, this was the first time I actually really wanted to go back to Chicago after visiting Iowa. Missed my own space. Missed that feeling of being an adult, I guess.
I don't really want to go back, even for summer break, but then I feel guilty about the people who miss me. Ugh.
I really like being able to walk everywhere, and taking the train, and seeing the city lights outside my window, lighting my way through the apartment even when I turned off my lights. Then I get home and at both parents' houses it's like I have no place to be. My room at my mom's is already shared with my younger sister, and then she took over my room at my dad's house since I left -- and they wonder why I was getting frustrated with everyone taking over my apartment before I got dragged to Iowa.
No, family (or four members of it all at once) should definitely not come visit me again. I was expected to treat them like regular guests (as in, I should be super hospitable the way I would be to a friend), when they treated me like a family host (as in, they raided my fridge without asking and so on and so forth the way you never would to a friend). I get big time travel anxiety no matter what, but aside from that, this was the first time I actually really wanted to go back to Chicago after visiting Iowa. Missed my own space. Missed that feeling of being an adult, I guess.
I don't really want to go back, even for summer break, but then I feel guilty about the people who miss me. Ugh.