There's nothing like gazing south-east and seeing the peaks of your manmade mountains piercing the night sky. Driving through the Loop as the Kennedy becomes the Dan Ryan in the late spring always feels like a movie. If "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" was directed by a native that's what it would look like.
The red line cars hum with an energy late at night; pregnant moments with memories waiting to be born.
Chicagoans are always ready for the next thing. The current is already the past. We (well, they) are always looking to the future. Constantly on the move. "What's next? What now? What's coming?" Chicago drivers are horrible.
Whenever you tell someone you're from Chicago, the inevitable first comment is always about the weather. Always. Chicago is cold, Chicago is hot. There is nothing in between. Chicago is beautiful, Chicago is ugly. Chicago is friendly, Chicago is mean. There is nothing in between.
It's only looking at Chicago from the outside that I can finally describe Chicago. Chicago is a mean, cold, spectacular looking spaceship hurtling through space toward a distant future with hidden surprises around every corner. Chicago is the realest city in the USA. Maybe the world.
Chicago.
I love you.
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