Influence

Stepped out of my Missouri safety and made the trek to Chicago this weekend.

I spent three days, neck craned, soaking in the vibrancy only a big city can offer. As with any destination, I ask myself one question: Could I live here?

I’m a small-town girl, but I so love the big city. I could make a live among the high rises, navigating the sidewalks in my Micheal Kors pumps.

But I wouldn’t. Once upon a time I would have traded my life in the sleepy pace of Kansas City for the rush of Chicago, New York or L.A.

Today I look to my right and see the tow-headed influence that has required me to vastly rearrange my priorities. Could I live there? Yes. Could I raise my son there? Not just yet.

When your life requires you to cross town on a bus to play in the yard, that’s not the life for me. I’d much rather sit on the back porch and watch him swing. Or play a lively game of bocce instead of surrounding myself with steel and glass.

Even if that means no Micheal Kors pumps to keep me warm in the winter.