I’m not going to spend the whole post complaining about Columbus but let’s just say that the differences in behavior between Chicago and it are, well, mountainous.
The first problem we noticed, were the drivers. If you see a car swerving, driving erratically or too slow for the road, I will bet you my pets that the driver is on his or her phone, looking at his or her phone, or even Facetiming, I’ve seen it all. I regularly see motorcyclists try to beat red lights and turn against arrows in busy traffic. I see cars cross the center line only to be horned back into position by the opposing car, daily. Add to this the lack of continuous sidewalks and lacking public transit, and you have a recipe. Every time I see a pedestrian walking along a shoulder, I cringe.
There is no public campaign to go hands-free or phoneless by threat of ticket. Cops are a rare sight indeed and I can’t say I’ve ever seen a police car just parked on a side street waiting to nab a scofflaw. Drivers ed I’m told, is but a faint whisper in the school system, and the terrible drivers are a known factor of living here. The locals joke about it.
And so, on Friday, after 15 months of residency, I was finally rear-ended. I don’t know if he was on his phone at the time but when we pulled into the nearest parking lot, he apologized immediately and said he wasn’t paying attention. Ok sir, I’ll take that as an admission of guilt (aside from the failure to stop in time and perhaps following too closely). It was a very low speed collision in bumper-to-bumper construction traffic, and because the kid with the Slow/Stop sign turned it too quickly for the person in front of me to make it through, they jammed on their brakes, I jammed on my breaks, and the guy behind me did not. It’s a miracle I didn’t hit the person in front of me, to be honest. I was within an inch. Like, parallel parking level where you pat yourself on the back when you get out of the car to admire your work, close.
I’ve tried to be open-minded. Chicago is an enormous city with diversity and hustle, everyone’s going somewhere and rushing, and our Habitrails are well-worn and ingrained. The drivers are only part of that, but what I’ve come to really realize is that the beauty of a large city, even if it seems people are terminally disengaged, is that they are keenly aware of what’s going on around them.
That car is probably going to hit me if I cross the street right now.
He’s about to change lanes into mine, I better slow down.
That guy is going to try to get around me with his cart, I should move to the side.
That woman is going to stop and ask me for money if I sit next to the open seat.
It’s a city of constantly darting eyeballs, full of anticipation and decision-making. And I miss that more than I ever could have known. Now, even the act of driving through a parking lot means stopping while people walk slowly, four across in the middle of the drive lane, blissfully unaware there is a car right behind them that can’t get by. That, on a grander scale, has been our experience in Columbus. There is little urgency for task completion if not outright obliviousness of expectation. Returned calls from professionals or physicians can take days, if not weeks. Paperwork is routinely lost and re-submitted. And I can’t put my finger on any of it because it’s not crowded or over-populated here. No one is that busy. Ever.
We don’t miss Chicago. I mean, we miss the food and some friends and family, but we don’t miss living there. We’re going back tomorrow for several days for D’s business trip and that will scratch the itch for a while. We found a sushi restaurant where the language barrier results in delightfully curt interactions with staff which locals probably think is rude, but we love it. In fact, every time we have borderline unfriendly, to-the-point service, we let out a charmed, “awww” after the person walks away.
We talk about the desert still, it’s been a constant conversation, but work in the city we’d plan on can be hard to find and because I’m a specialist within a specialty, particularly difficult for me. There are a few things in the works with regards to that which may wind up saving the day, but there are a lot of “ifs” about it as of today. The larger question is, is there anywhere we can go that won’t be as frustrating as Columbus has been? Hard to say. Mitigating factors are comparable cost of living and better weather, which means from now on, we only move south/southwest.
I’m grateful for eight months left on our lease though, and I’m grateful we don’t have to make any decisions today. The adventure continues. But I might be staring down the barrel at my eighth move in seven years.