Standing in the entry way of a restaurant on Grand Avenue tonight, awaiting the arrival of my dearest cousin, Jess, I thought to myself, now this is me. This is who I am. I am a Grand Avenue kind of girl.
Although I enjoy going out downtown for an occasional dinner, I've never been (nor will I ever go) "clubbing" and the one-way streets give me an instantaneous migraine.
Uptown is funky, artsy and so much fun. I actually lived near Uptown the year before I married, enjoying the lakes on a daily basis, but I never really fit the uptown mold. If you know ME, you know I'm NOT funky, I'm NOT artsy, and though I like to THINK I'm fun, I'm probably not the "uptowny" kind of fun.
I always wondered where my personality fit into the city life. I've lived here for eight years and have always felt a little out of sorts. I grew up in a small town, a town situated between 1,000 lakes, and I never pegged myself as living in the cities. But here I am, raising my family with my husband in the city, and the outlook of moving back to my hometown does not look promising...
But quite honestly, I'm fine with that. Because tonight, I found a little peace in feeling like I belonged in the entry way of the restaurant on Grand Avenue. Ironically, in a weird twist of fate, I sort of began my life in the city on Grand Avenue. About a mile down the street from where I stood tonight, I bought my wedding dress...So yes, my life, as it is today, actually began (but let's hope it won't end, because that would be really ironic!) on Grand Avenue. No wonder I feel so comfortable and peaceful standing on that street. I love it there. I'm truly a Grand Avenue kind of girl!