I finally saw why my cousin's tiny Austin place felt like home and my Chicago high-rise never did
My cousin lives in a 600 sq ft place in Austin with a porch and neighbors who actually wave, while I pay $2,100 a month for a 12th floor unit in Chicago where nobody knows my name. Last weekend I stayed with her and realized I've been chasing square footage and skyline views when what I actually miss is running into the same faces at the corner store. Does anyone else feel like they picked the bigger place but lost the daily small talk that made a spot feel like theirs?