I’m Down With ITP
I recently had a conversation with some friends about the whole OTP vs. ITP thing. As someone who identifies myself more as an ITPer, I have been living (way) OTP for a while now tending to some family business. It’s been challenging, as I’ve desperately missed living intown and have found myself practically living out of my car at times due to my long commute and a schedule that mainly keeps me inside the perimeter when I’m not at my workplace (which is also OTP, but on the opposite side of the city. Ugh.).
My argument was that it really shouldn’t matter where you rest your head…what matters is where you like to live…where you like to spend your free time and where you feel most at home. I have chosen to claim ITP status since that’s where I feel like my life happens. I would much rather have the street parking and undeniable diversity of intown life than the three-car garages and SuperTargets of the burbs.
I once lived in Dunwoody for five years, and I loved it. I didn’t mind the commute intown and found myself spending most of my leisure time up 400 anyway. But after getting a taste of living intown, I knew that ITP was the only way for me.
Well, it’s a moot point for me now, as a I recently closed on a new loft in Cabbagetown. Yippee! I can’t wait to see graffiti every day and watch the skyline twinkle at night.
This is not a post to argue ITP vs. OTP. It’s such a subjective thing, like saying driving blue cars is better than driving silver ones. It’s merely some giddy ramblings by a girl who feels like she’s finally found her way home.