As I mark my sixth anniversary as an ex-pat New Yorker living in King Daley’s court, I realize this is the first New Year in Chicago that I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Last month, I accepted the job offer of my life in New York City. Today, I turned it down. At long last, I admit it. I am hopelessly in love with Chicago. I’m staying right here.
New Yorkers and Chicagoans both know they have a good thing going in their respective cities. So why do Chicagoans feel like they have to justify their city all the time?