Wordful Wednesday: Second City Crush

"I think Chicago may be the perfect city," I told a table of pretty people a few months ago.

Clean, accessible, with a pulse that rivals New York's, I've fallen head over heels in love with Chicago.

 I love how I can see its skyline glitter, every night when I take out the trash.

I love the mysteries of its endless lake with its waves, beaches, and lighthouses.

I love the pervasiveness of its architecture from the Frank Lloyd Wright houses I pass on my way to school pick-up to the hundreds of reflections in the shiny Bean.

And I love that I've only just begun to explore its dining scene, with its foams, its deconstructed Caesar salads, and its fully loaded Italian Beef sandwiches.

"How long did you say you've been here? You haven't experienced the Chicago winter yet. Just wait. You'll be singing a different tune soon," said the New Yorker.

But my Second City Crush didn't vanish with the first arctic gust of wind, like college crushes in the harsh morning light. Even as the Lake Effect Snow paints my new home an even coat of white, I'm reveling in my crush, singing it from the mountain tops.

I love Chicago.

Happy Wordful, Five Minutes Wordless, and Way-back wednesday.