Sweet Home Chicago

My best friend Mallory and I are taking improv classes at Annoyance in Chicago. We just finished our second week of classes and despite sounding like a total loser, the biggest perk of class is the fact that we are in the city.

Because we are always so eager to get down there, we had a good 45 minutes to spare before class yesterday. Instead of grabbing a drink at Fat Cat, we walked around the neighborhood and gushed about how wonderful it would be to live in the city. If anyone heard us talking, they probably thought we were having an affair with Chicago.

There’s just something about being in the mist of lights and traffic and whirl of it all that I find magical. Walking around and looking at apartments made me feel like anything is possible if you live there. The simple pleasure of being surrounded by people who share the same sentiment is kind of overwhelming. There’s so much to do around the city and absorb from it, that it seems like the only option to truly submerge yourself in it is to live there.

I know that the suburbs aren’t that far away, maybe 45 minutes with traffic, but it’s a completely different world out there. Never have I felt so soft and sheltered than I do walking around Chicago and grabbing a Starbucks before class. I love this place. Chicago will always be home. I probably don’t say it enough but that’s because all I know is the safe suburban life of Walmarts and chain restaurants. All I know is that I will forever be singing Sweet Home Chicago no matter where I end up.