San Francisco and Chicago... two differnet worlds?

I've been contemplating lately my acclimation back into the Midwest. Only been gone for a year and 3 months, but my perception of the world is forever altered. My views have curved as I for once have seen things from different altitudes. I have seen things from the outside looking in rather constantly in the middle wishing to escape to the edges of this world. Still haven't quite made it to the outer edges, but I will in time. She waits for me there far beyond my eyes have seen, across the Atlantic sea. She thinks of me for if she does not how can I believe in happiness? Yes San Francisco was different. The hippies smile and whisper love to you while the Europeans look through you. I walk down the streets in the Marina where everyone is the same and then I walk through the Haight to where the 60s lay dormant while meth heads beat the dead horse. The day can shine warm sun on many faces while the night falls upon you with chills as the streets become desolate. I find myself in the crevices of this curvy city full of hilltops and palmtrees. Everything once looked for was left in the middle of America where everything is flat, simple and you can always almost see the end of your road. Here in San Francisco I find new journeys and aspirations grow like the plant life. Here in San Francisco I find myself not only on the edge of America, but of many worlds. These worlds collide in an orgy and masturbate together behind this certain only visible to those who care dare not to inquire or value their own perceptions.

Chicago has a big heart, but an ignorance that only slaps the face of those who grow eyes beyond there home. Back in Chicago I find arms spread out and smiles that never change. There comfort is contagious... it grows on you and enchants you just when you fled you are suddenly back and the desire to run forgotten for a while. I wonder how long I will let myself be pressured by cold desperation. The snow comes and makes life hard enough to distract us from just what we were going to do tomorrow. I recall time spent in vain trying to focus on just the idea of getting established in this great city by a giant lake, but never was I really trying. How could I? I always wanted to be somewhere else, but I just didn't know where.