Generally I really love Chicago, but sometimes I think I want to leave. Go back west, to some small town, and lead a smaller? simpler? well, a different life, anyway. Or maybe head south, where the pace of things is more in line with my own. And then I think about how insanely happy it makes me to worship with people who don’t make me feel like a freak for working outside of the home, supporting my family, voting Democrat, making fun of Mitt Romney and Glenn Beck, and being an insistent and ardent feminist, among other things.
Also, how insanely happy it makes my inner food snob to live within a few miles of hundreds and hundreds of restaurants.
