a love divided.

I love this city.  Its rich history is cleverly disguised by the homes, the boulevards, the parks, the buildings, and the people.  So much to be explored, so much to be learned.

This evening I drove out to the suburbs, only to find myself longing for green space.  Driving past Channel Runne Park, the sculptures decorating the open lawns, and the North Branch of the Chicago River making its way through the trees, something inside stirred.  I miss clean air, greenery, stars, and open spaces.

I ask myself the question:  Is it possible to satisfy both of these loves without living in one and "escaping" to the other?