March 23, 2008. Skip 14 months, in which you have a more active social life than ever, do more bar all-nighters than you can cope with and write a 270-page book that doesn't satisfy you the way you'd hoped but seems good enough to serve its purpose; hop on an 8-hour flight to Chicago and realize nothing has changed at all. Which is not a bad thing.
To be fair, the snow is gone. Chicago is nice in the summer indeed. As for the many concerts and festivals: yet to be discovered, but they sure will be. But the people and me, we haven't changed. Not a single bit. Same stories, to be continued. Same drama, some mistakes, same "OMG, is she *still* here?", same fun, same places. Just as I expected.
Chicago.
I loved it when it was freezing.
I love it even more when it's hot.
That's what she said.
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