I love big cities. Not something I’ve discovered recently, just something that’s been reinforced recently.
When I was in Italy 2 years ago with a group of people from my high school, we spent one day visiting the home town of my Latin teacher who was touring us around. Literally every corner we turned, people were jumping out of cars and leaning out of windows to say hi to him. And I remember thinking how amazing it would be to live in a community where you knew everyone, where you really felt at home.
But I’m sure it would get stifling after a while. I mean, when I think back to my high school of 650 people, and how everyone knew about everyone’s business, that’s what it would be like. On the one hand, yeah, it’s nice to have that freedom, but on the other hand, you have no freedom. You take one wrong step and everyone knows about it, and never stops talking about it.
There’s something freeing about a huge city where you’re nobody. It gives you the motivation to try and become somebody, and gives you a comforting sense of anonymity.
And this would be the city this post was inspired by.