So for the last year we have been living in the South. Not the deep south or the dirty south, just kinda South-ish. Definitely more South-ish than I am used to, that is for sure. We have something here called snow days. Now, if you are from Chicago you have no stinkin' clue what a snow day is. You might have heard of such a glorious occurrence, but you have certainly never experienced it. A snow day is a day when it snows more than an inch, so you don't have to do anything. You don't have to work. You don't have to check your mail-- 'cause guess what, the postman ain't working either. You just do nothing. Since experiencing this phenomena, I have been considering living in a more South-ish place. I think this is all a part of Rory's master plan. You see, Rory hates the winter and would much prefer living somewhere South-ish. Despite all of his brainwashing, today i was reminded way I would rather live in a world with no snow days:
Best. City. Ever.
Palmer House Lobby
(I went to Prom here)
Cloudgate (aka the bean)
Staircase in the Rookery
(almost every building has incredible architectural features)
Sears Tower
{you will always be the tallest building in our heart}
Jeweler's Building
there used to be a huge, car-sized elevator in the back so that the robber barons and their wives could shop for jewelry one floor at a time and not even have to leave their cars.
Art Institute of Chicago
keepin it classy
Chicago Cultural Center
Used to be the Library
View from my Grandma's apartment
Dying of the Chicago River for St. Patrick's Day
{not photo-shopped!}
