City Living

Perhaps one of the things friends used to ask me most often was why I didn’t live nearer a city.

It’s a fair question.  A lot of the people I know live in cities and I spend a lot of time visiting them.  I’ll go in to the city to find nice places for breakfast and I still prefer to do regular shopping, in actual shops, the likes of which my local town can’t provide as the stuff I want to buy costs more than £1 most of the time.  The vast majority of proper socialising is also done in the city.

However, the reason I don’t live somewhere busy is that I like separation.  I live where I do now because it’s convenient for work, but I know I can leave work and that I’ve left.  It’s a bit like my reaction to other people’s children, I like them but I’m pleased I can give them back later!

When I was working in the US, I would live in hotels that would be maybe a 10 minute walk from the office.  It felt harder to relax because it always felt like the spectre of work was looming.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the restaurant visits that possibly wouldn’t be as regular if I was at home, but I didn’t ever truly think I could let go.

The ease of going to the office meant that if I needed to, I would just go in outside of normal hours.  I lack a similar inclination when the process of getting to work is an event in its own right.  This was the case even when I was working away in more remote locations.

All that, of course, is presumptuous on me working in a city, which I don’t.  As I said before, where I live now is convenient.  Should work situations change, I made need to re-assess that convenience.

Should other things change about my way of life, I may also move to the city.  Regular readers will know that I’ve written a lot about a “friend break-up” with someone.  I wanted to try to write less about this, but it’s a useful anecdote to make my point.

Long story short, there was an elephant in the room between us and when we started having a conversation that ultimately ended us, she said that the reason we couldn’t be a couple was because I wouldn’t move with her to a new place.

The truth is that, in the good times, and if they were even better and we had have been a real couple, I would have done.  It’s easy for me to say now, and if she were still reading this blog she would say that I’m just saying it to prove a point.  I would obviously have had to think about logistics and stuff, but she would have been worth it.  The reason I know I would have done it is because when I was doing things with her in places that were closer to being her home than mine, I felt entirely comfortable and entirely happy.

It wasn’t the geographical location or the building or even what we were doing, it was who I was with.

That’s the point of where to live in opinion.  You should be where you’re happiest.

There was truth
There was consequence
Against you, a weak defense
Then there’s me, I’m seventeen
Looking for a fight

All my life I was never there
Just a ghost running scared
Here our dreams aren’t made–
They’re won.

Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers
I found myself in the fire burned hills
In the land of a billion lights

Bought my fate straight from hell
Second sight has paid off well
For a mother, a brother and me

The silver of a lake at night
The hills of Hollywood on fire
A boulevard of hope and dreams
Streets made of desire

Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers
I found myself in the fire burned hills
In the land of a billion lights
I found myself in the fire burned hills
In the land of a billion lights
(Of a billion lights, of a billion lights, of a billion lights…)

Angels
Angels

I am home, home, home, home

Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers
I found myself in the fire burned hills
In the land of a billion lights

One life, one love live
One life, one love live
One life, one love live
One life, one love

The city of angels

City Of Angels by 30 Seconds To Mars

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