I was sitting in a bar in Chicago over the weekend when it hit me and I owe it all to a cop and a cab driver.
I spent the weekend in the Windy City with Kate and her two best friends from college, which they all attended in Chicago (Northwestern to be exact).
I realized over the course of three days, that I am and forever will be a city kid. I love the city, everything about it. I love the fact that there are other people, I enjoy the idea of culture and people my age running rampant. I adore the notion that I have every potential option I could ever want or need within a 10-block radius.