On Thursday night, I met an old friend for a glass of wine and a light dinner close to downtown. She’s lived here for almost two years and so, of course, picked the place. I had extra time before we were to meet, and so took the opportunity for window shopping (which turned into regular shopping) in the twenty minutes or so before we got together.
I found myself, walking down this fairly busy street, looking at my city’s principal landmark, having just come out of a funky little store where I bought myself a gift, and I thought, “I live here.” I used to fantasize about living in this city and now I do. Here I am, making a life for myself. Here I am, reconnecting with this friend I thought was lost for good. Here I am, feeling the pulse of this city, making my own way.
I live here.
It was a nice moment.