Shopping in a winter wonderland

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Chicago: May 2003

I loved Chicago in the summer. Scott and I used to walk everywhere, exploring the different neighborhoods. We biked along the lake, I sometimes sneaked ice cream cones when I disembarked at the Addison el stop, we sat outside at Southport Lanes after softball eating grilled cheese on Texas toast, we sweated without an air conditioner during the heatwave of 1995. There was all sorts of summery goodness in the city.

I loved Chicago in the spring when the tulips sprouted along Michigan Avenue. I loved Chicago in the fall when I trudged through the leaves on sidewalks along Fullerton and Southport and various other avenues.

But I really pine for Chicago the most in the winter. No, I don’t miss the freezing cold. (Although I’m slightly nostalgic for the 20 degree blizzardy day that I had to wait 30 minutes for one bus to take me to the connecting stop where I had to wait another 45 minutes for the second bus, and by the time it came I had to pee so badly that I winced and prayed as we crawled down Lake Shore Drive. That was a great winter moment!)

What I miss is the holiday season in the city. I would step out of the office at 5:30 to be greeted by darkness that was lit by twinkling lights. By bustling shoppers. By the jingle of the Salvation Army bells. The snowflakes seemed more romantic as they wafted down between the concrete buildings. People were skating on State Street. I loved all of it. And I really miss experiencing even a small part of the fun.

Which is why I’m so excited that Tiffany and I will be driving to the city in December. Cameras in hand, we’ll hit Michigan Avenue along with the busloads of midwestern shoppers. I can’t wait!

6 thoughts on “Shopping in a winter wonderland”

  1. Wow! That is a GREAT line of argument. In fact, it may be the key to me getting that new D100 I’ve been wanting. You are such the good pal, Laurel!

  2. I hate waiting for buses and then it’s terrible come baseball season and Belmont is so crowded and… it’s just terrible most of the time.

  3. C’mon…there must be something you love about it. Although maybe if you left, like I did, you’d appreciate it more. I was so ready to get out of the city when we moved and now I miss it terribly.

  4. Hrm. Just yesterday I was walking down Michigan Avenue at 8:00 and there was a nice breeze coming from the lake and I realized how beautiful the city is. There are times when I enjoy it and there are times when I do not enjoy it.

    I’m fickle when it comes to my liking of Chicago.

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