“If I go there will be trouble, if I stay there will be double. So come on and let me know This indecesion’s killing me.”
It’s always stay, stay, stay–at least that is the advice I’ve gotten from most of my family and friends. That I would be crazy not to try and work it out to stay in London for another year or two. But the truth is, I want Chicago. I want my cat, I want the shop, the train, my apartment, my pillows, my family, my friends, diner food, Siam Country, CTA buses and normal coffee.
Okay, maybe not the buses, because how can a Chicago bus compete with a London Double Decker.
I am having a great time in London and exploring bits and pieces of Europe, but the job is the same job it was in Durango, Colorado. Durango was another fabulous location that I didn’t fully enjoy until I had quit working at Fort Lewis College. It is a job that makes me feel isolated and depressed, regardless of the good people I work with and I work with great people in London. I have a litany of reasons why I quit FLC in 2001 and at the time I thought, is it the job or the school? Both, but now that I am here I can see that the job hasn’t changed as much as I have.
In Chicago, I was able to do stand-up comedy, write and produce a short one-woman show, and take writing seriously. In short, Chicago’s not done with me and I’m not done with Chicago.