After a long week and a half in Palo Alto/San Francisco (where the weather was crap incidentally) I’m home and back in full effect.

Flying over Chicago’s city grid lines on Friday night reminded me how much I love this city. From the neighborhoods, to the afforable housing (a very relative term), to my friends and my work, it’s the place I call home and it’s also the longest place I’ve lived in the since I left my mum’s house.

And yes. The weather can be cold as a mofo. But the summer makes up for it as the city comes to life like no other place I’ve ever seen. Strangley, when I lived in London, I used to say the same thing: “If only the weather was a little better, then this place would be be best place in the world…”

I think that New York might now be the only place that’ll make me leave this town…

If you love Chicago, leave a comment and let me know why.