I love living in a city where I can walk every single place I need to go.
Ryan was getting his hair cut in Lincoln Park tonight after work so I figured I’d meet him up there. I could have cabbed it. I could have taken a bus or the el. But give me anything above 50 degrees and you know homegirl is going to throw on some tennies and make the 4.5 mile hike by foot.
On my way, I passed a little girl with mad love for frozen yogurt (“But Mom, I just really like frozen yogurt. In fact, I love it.”), adolescent girls debating whether one of their father’s was gay, a wedding rehearsal in Newberry Park, a hipster dad holding the hand of a tot in a tutu and every single outdoor seat along Clark Street packed with happy hour happy people. You just can’t beat nights like this.
This is absolutely my kind of town.
