But since my Twitter feed was essentially one big ode to Fed for two straight weeks per the Australian Open, and since I’ve ruled I can make the bad guys good for a weekend, today I’ll fangirl over Des Moines.
“It’s not a real city,” I often heard when I went to Drake. And, “Look at the Des Moines ‘skyline’ — how cute.” For me, though, the ‘realness’ of a city isn’t explained by the number of skyscrapers or the time required to commute from some suburb.
A “real” city is the one that makes me feel comfortable and challenged, all at the same time. One where I can try new things with certainty that other people will back me up.
One where being 22 years old isn’t cause for anxiety but optimism.
When we define a “real city,” I hope its culture, opportunities and optimism come to mind before its silhouette. I hope the “real city” is the one defined by real progress, real relationships and real excitement.
For me, that city is Des Moines.