I mentioned in my prior post, returning to Chicago is like dating an old high school flame. My personality splits when I think about this place. Day-to-day life tends to have extreme highs & lows. Here’s a running list that I hope will give folks who have never been here some idea of what it’s like.
Things I Hate About Chicago:
- Driving to next suburb requires three angels, two of my nine lives, and 25 minutes, 35 minutes with traffic
- The Bears (almost) always lose!
- Rampant crime: a church robbed of their holiday gifts & the priest beaten, robberies by machete, shootings on Sundays, $25K bilked from Toys For Tots; horrible madness.
- Bumping into old High School teacher who didn’t remember me because I wasn’t a “popular” kid like her daughter. The Breakfast Club is real.
- Nice people are usually strangers. People you know are mostly judgemental & clique-ish.
- I can’t find an Iyengar yoga class within a 10 mile radius of where I live in the South Suburbs.
- Crap people everywhere, every shop, post office, nursing home, train, etc.
- The closest Trader Joe’s is a 30 minute drive to Orland Park. Marketing/demographics can keep people down.
- The roaring clatter of the “El” makes it impossible to talk on your cell phone.
- The snow that’s fallen hasn’t stuck yet.
- It’s damp & chilly.
- The real cold hasn’t come yet.
- Only a brief mention of “US Cellular” Field compared to Wrigley Field at the Sears Tower SkyDeck display. Jerry Reinsdorf single-handedly demolished the history & identity of a baseball team. South Side gets hosed once again.
- The lackluster employees at the Sears Tower SkyDeck. Folks from all around the world visit there. Act like some kind of ambassadors, people!
- No wifi on the Metra trains.
- Several days in a row without sunshine.
- Soldier Field post-renovation.
- Besides the Loop (downtown), the layout of the Chicagoland area is so sprawling it’s difficult to walk anywhere. Cars are rampant and drivers are horrible.
- No matter where I go in the world, I’ll always be a Midwestern gal; I’ll always be a Chicagoan.
Things I Love About Chicago:
- Blue and orange blankets the city on gameday, banners of hope, against all odds, despite the pain, i.e. Bears’ fan loyalty.
- Philanthropy everywhere! Toy drives, food drives, etc. in every community
- Capital of “heart attack on a plate”–> hash browns, corned beef hash, Swiss cheese, 4 eggs on a skillet
- Anyone who walks to the beat of their own drum is politely called “eccentric”.
- People take their Christmas lights seriously, and still try to outdo their neighbors. Holiday traditions thrive here.
- News radio includes corn, soybean, wheat, pig, & cow futures in financial report. We’re City, but we always nod to Country.
- Nice people everywhere, every shop, post office, nursing home, train, etc.
- Incredible architecture juxtaposed by chipped concrete & rebar sticking out. The classiness sidled next to the decrepitude. Closest place competing in this beautiful hodge-podge was Oakland, CA.
- The “El” rattling across the tracks above like an ancient roaring millipede, and slowly skidding to a stop at a station.
- The Amtrak trains must go under several buildings, along the Chicago River, before resting inside Union Station.
- It’s cold. Makes me humble. Makes me hibernate in Winter. Makes me appreciate sun deeply. Makes me take Vitamin D supplements.
- Gorgeous old buildings built on philanthropy & ego, like Harold Washington Library , and the Van Buren St. Station. And here.
- Soldier Field pre-renovation.
- Friends who stay your friends your whole life, no matter how many years or miles come between you. No matter what.
- My two silly, dazzling, gloriously girly nieces!
- Rotund folks in the 40-60 ages with bad hair, slacks too tight & short, colloquial minds & traditions, who love to laugh, & who are the sweetest people in the whole wide world.
- The ethnic diversity is unparalleled. Rainbows of people are in every neighborhood, every bus, train, taxi, etc.
- Downtown has rugged, urban hustle-bustle atmosphere that’s more laid back than New York, but more hyper than San Francisco, with way more humbleness.
- No matter where I go in the world, I’ll always be a Midwestern gal; I’ll always be a Chicagoan.