I’ve always recognized that I am black. Other people seem to remind me of that as well. So as you can imagine, I’m well aware that I am black. But while interning at Northwestern, working in a lab with the majority of people being of minority status, and all the people in my program being either Asian, Hispanic, or Black, I forgot what race I was and it was nice. I didn’t forget my race as if being black is a bad thing, I forgot it in the sense that it wasn’t the most important aspect of my being. That identity faded and I became Megan, the girl who is actually pretty funny, Megan, the girl who can dance but likes to do strange dance moves, Megan, the girl who’s laugh is the reason they’re actually laughing. Because I was no longer looking through the lens of a black female, I could look through the eyes of Megan.
Chicago is in no way, shape or form similar to my small city. Here, you cannot go 10 minutes without getting into traffic where as at home, if I ever saw traffic, I would actually get excited. In Chicago, you look up and you see metal, steel, and concrete carving into the sky whereas in my town, you look up and you see birds, clouds and the occasional airplane. Chicago has always been my dream city because its everything that I’ve never known. It’s straight out of a magazine and right by Lake Michigan. You get the serenity of the water and the adrenaline of the city all assembled to make a beautiful landscape.
There is one misconception about Chicago (at least the area I’m working in) that I would like to clear up. First of all, regardless of all the noise and traffic, it really is a beautiful city. Also, its not as “unsafe” as many people make it out to be. Granted, I don’t recommend walking alone at 2 am in any big city, but I want to make clear that it a nice place to walk around in the daytime and in the evening.
It is my dream city, and I’m living in it!