I think that there are times when even the most outspoken and ardent city lover will admit that it can be difficult to love St. Louis. I’m having a moment.
Architecture, history, amazing parks, what’s not to love about the city? People peeing on the street, panhandlers, crime, really bad government officials, so much unrealized potential…urban life can be challenging at times.
I could never live in the suburbs, but I’d be lying if I said the thought of moving there never crossed my mind. There are times when the quiet blandness of suburban life appeals to me. That feeling disappears quickly when I go home to St. Charles to visit my parents. The low density subdivisions, the vinyl siding and lack of brick and the really horrible architecture all remind me that the suburban part of my life is over.
Sometimes it is tough to love St. Louis. Just like a child who is unruly, you may hate the behavior, but you could never hate the kid…that kind of sums up my relationship with St. Louis. I love you and you are amazing, but straighten up already!