Hi. Fellow Chicagoan here. Grew up near O'Hare. The joke in the neighborhood was that all of our conversations were interrupted mid-stream by the roar of airplane engines. Beyond geography, I can absolutely relate. But as littlebirdie says, unhappiness is tempered by age. Where I'm at now, pushing thirty, has narrowed and intensified my focus on what brings me happiness. Making people laugh is high on that list, and it's easily attained regardless of where I'm at physically/geographically, so long as there are other people around. When I'm alone, it's sound that brings me happiness. The ripples of delay out of a guitar amplifier or looping sounds in Ableton. Again, I can be anywhere to do this so long as the tools are available. Drilling down beyond the presence of amplifiers or other people, I am content with my thoughts and my memories, especially those that I've built with my girlfriend of many years. It's taken time to get here, and I hope it only gets better.