As much as I love open fields and country nights, I have a special place in my heart for cities. And when people told me that Chicago is incredible and beautiful, they weren’t just being sympathetic to the fact that I had already decided to move there without visiting. The lights, the buildings, the noises, the movement. The multitudes of people, each with their own story.
The woman who checked us out at the art store who is in Chicago because she’s dating a Chicago firefighter. She’s really proud of him and happy to be living here.
The older lady who at some point in the morning looked in a mirror and decided that the tight purple pants, teal tye-dye shirt, flowered hat, and crocs composed the look she was going for.
The old man with the tan, flat-brimmed hat who kissed his wrinkled wife’s forehead as they walked together along the lakefront.
I can’t wait to go back in a few weeks. To my new, wonderful city. I can’t wait to hear your stories, Chicago.