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  • As a child I grew up in a series of mundane, small cities all across the continental United States, but that was never my intention.

    You never really have a say as to where you'd like to live as a child anyway, which I like to believe is one of the pivotal reasons I've always had this remarkable obsession with large cities and the lifestyle they present.

    There's something uncannily romantic about big city sounds, the car horns and consistent clip-clop of foot traffic and the occasional shouts from delusional homeless in the night, all trapped between looming walls of concrete buildings standing in rows. Or the constant city droning, the subtle city hum that has no clear source. It's all part of the experience you can only get in a big city, that experience that really captured my attention in the unfathomable library of movies that crossed my eyeballs over the greater part of the past 25 years.

    As it turns out that – as anyone who has seen any of the top films from the past decade can attest to – all of the exciting things in life happen only in big cities.

    Which is why, with nothing more than a car and a single cardboard box, I moved into a tiny apartment in the center of Salt Lake City, Utah just over two years ago. Of course, it took less than two nights for someone to get murdered just outside of my city apartment (really), but that was all I needed to feel the spark of "big" city excitement (and, granted, a bit of terror).

    Compared to where I grew up, Salt Lake is a hustling, bustling mecca where cars roar up and down the streets at all hours of the day, and people wander the streets bar hoping at odd hours of the night, and there is almost always something to do and someone to see, except on Sundays. Salt Lake is, of course, no New York, or Chicago, or Portland, or really anywhere that anyone would think of as a "big" city. To me, this city besides a salty lake is a single step towards the hollywood dream that I grew up fantasizing of. Big city adventure and romance and wonder.

    Now I have more friends living in New York City than I do fingers on both of my hands. Recent trips to the East coast have me dreaming of the bigger cities, bigger roads, more people, and the possibility of bigger adventure (especially on Sundays).

    This is, obviously, my home for now. I'll spend the next several years in this medium-to-slightly-smaller-than-large city, but I have a feeling I'll be moving on in due time.

    Where will I move? You'll find me anywhere that you can wake up at 3 am to cross the street and get a cup of coffee. If not for the coffee, at least for that constantly present hum that has become so familiar, almost comforting, for life in the big city.
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