Love Letter to Chicago
February 16, 2011 | 0 comments
Dear Chicago,
I know I don't always wax poetic about your virtues, especially in winter, and I'm afraid I've been rather hard on you lately. You see, I'm not used to all your gritty realness, your variety, your clear-headedness. And, so, maybe that's been the problem. I grew up in a small town, where the day-to-day was perfect. Clean, warm, and snuggled between the mountains and the ocean. Where all the cars are clean and the restaurants close at ten. Where yoga, coffee and walking your dog on the beach was your day; I mean you could just answer emails from the coffee shop if you had to. Where you can grill dinner all winter long. Tri Tip. But, I digress. Chicago, you are an adventure, where I can eat anything I want, from all over the world, at any time of the day or night. Friday midnight, I can choose between TMLMTBGB, midnight yoga, or just grabbing a bite with friends. Your lake is nice, and pretty amazing to have so close in a city of this size. Perfect manicures and pedicures. The Best Guacamole. Women and Children First, where I can sit uncomfortably close to rock star authors. For free. The abundance of amazing jobs here in Chicago- where there are choices, in so many industries. Surprise Outdoor Patios. Here too. Oh, and here. And best of all, the people- they're real, they're survivors, and they're just plain awesome. I could grow to love you a little more, Chicago. After ten years, it may be about time.
Love, Sarah
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