February 9, 2011

because we've been in a fight.

I've written before about my love for the cities I've lived in--about the leading roles they've played in my life, about the way I see them almost, sometimes, as friends themselves. It's strange, I know, but so much of my heart is invested in the spaces I inhabit. 

And Chicago, of course--well, she and I go way back.
I was born and raised in this city, this truly incredible city, and the skyline itself can lighten my heart like nothing else. One glimpse of the Sears Tower, of the John Hancock Center, of the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier... and I'm a goner. My breath rises up, caught in my throat, while my heart falls straight to the pit of my stomach. It's love, I think.
But I'll be honest: it's not always love... 
Chicago and me, we have a love/hate relationship. 

And recently, we were in a big fight. A huge one. Too much snow, too much grey, too much cold--it all left me feeling pret-ty neglected in this relationship of ours... What about my needs, Chicago? I started to nag her: What about the sun and the color and the long runs along the lakefront? What about dining outside at Bistro Margot, picnics in Oz Park, concerts at Grant Park? Don't I deserve that much? 

Lately, everything had just seemed so one-sided between us and, well, I wasn't too happy about it (to say the least.) So I whined and I cried and I talked about Chicago behind her back--swore, once and for all, that we were through. Enough, I said, bundled beneath layers and layers of clothes and blankets and melancholy. I've had enough.

... But then we went to fetch our car from the parking garage--where we'd had to park because our own garage was snowed in--and I looked to my left. There he was, old Johnny Hancock. And that new shiny Trump character, standing all gold and bold and boastful at the center of the skyline. A few steps backward and I spied him, the real top gun--the Sears Tower. All of them, of course, were backed by the most beautiful of blue skies--clear and crisp, the perfect shade of teal.

And so I sighed. I sighed and I agreed--sucker that I am--that we should make up. That perhaps I was overreacting because, after all, snow and grey and cold--all of them, they build character, right?

Okay, I said. Okay. I forgive you.
And yes, of course, Chicago. Of course I still love you.

Ever the softie, that's me.
... So it goes.

(Photos: My Flickr)


Hannah Elizabeth said... [Reply to comment]

:-) I kinda adore this a lot. I might have to write one about Kansas City.

Ana* said... [Reply to comment]

This relationship correlation is brilliant!! I have a love and hate relationship with my State, mostly a hate one due to the cold winter and fall, but it always changes during the Spring and Summer.

jackiek said... [Reply to comment]

i love this! i may have to write one of these to New Jersey

Emily said... [Reply to comment]

What a great view. Even though I know it's probably freezing there, the colors do help lift your spirits!

lovingsimplemoments said... [Reply to comment]

I'm glad that I live in the country... But still, I LOVE visiting large cities! They're so full of life and adventure!

Nicole Marie said... [Reply to comment]

haha i love this... well i love love love your city...but i understand the love/hate relationship.... i feel the same way about san francisco. the shyline the golden gate bridge, all the beautiful buildings and i'm just in awe...but when that fog rolls in for weeks at a time with the wind.... not happy...but in the end she has my heart