Really, I love Chicago

I think my last few posts have sounded very negative about Chicago. I should clarify that there are things I really love about this city and I like it more and more the longer I live here. The winter always brings me down, though, and it makes me focus on the bad things. I like the MFA program I'm in, I really like my job, I love my husband, and there are more good things in my life than bad ones.

For me, living in Chicago is like dating someone you're really attracted to but don't like as a person. I keep wanting to like Chicago because he's so damn hot, but then things keep reminding you: oh yeah, he's still an asshole. But at least the sex is really good.