I look around in pure awe. Same feeling, same realization each time I’m here. It’s hectic all around me but some how I’m at ease. Theres buildings, sirens, people, signs, stores, music, lights all around me. I hear the banging of quarters in a cup as a man sits, begging for spare change. Noise all around me. There’s diversity here. Not just diverse people, but diverse places. Walk North down Michigan Avenue and you’re on a beach. Not the ocean, but who really needs the ocean when you have a city in the background. Chicago, you have my heart.
Like I touched on in my design post, I’m no stranger to Wrigley Field. Chicago, Illinois is my favorite place in the world and nothing gives me more joy than describing my feelings towards this city. “It’s a cleaner New York,” said anyone whose ever been to the two. Well, I have only been to New York City once, but, “a cleaner New York,” is not the one sentence I would use to describe my happy place. It’s noisy, it’s hectic, and while it’s not the safest place in the world, it holds a special spot in my heart. This summer I went to Lollapalooza, a music festival in Chicago, and the fact that hundreds of thousands of people were able to watch their favorite bands in an area that could accommodate everyone was a beautiful thing to witness. I think the craziness of Chicago is what really draws me to it and I can only hope that I will have the opportunity to live there one day.