I made a quickie trip to San Diego this weekend, and was so happy to get home on Sunday, and not just because I was sick of airports (but I am so sick of airports). No offense to San Diego, but there is just something more real about Chicago to me. Maybe it’s because I like having four seasons rather than just one, maybe it’s because I’m just not the kind of person who longs for the tropics, maybe I just need a bit of corruption and WTF?! when it comes to how a city is run, but being out in a place like California, all sun and flowers and laid back living, really makes me appreciate Chicago all the more.