it was the worst of times, it was the best of times

oh you windy city. filling me with excitement and sadness, with merry resilience and melancholy bitterness. the whipping cold is a biting whisper of malice, but one that brings with it a gasp of adventure. you have been the best and the worst, chicago. oh yes, yes you have.

the best: staying at a boy's a house. someone new, who makes your heart beat faster.
the worst: a boy stays home from work, jerk! talk to me while you're home!

the worst: realizing it's time to check out of a boy's house a day early.
the best: being welcomed into another home-one that is way hotter than the nicest hotel.

the worst: sadness, loneliness, restless night, in the windy city.
the best: a new friend at the shop on the corner. a conversation on the phone. a cup of coffee.

the worst: two dollar burger night at the ivy. lonely, nobody around.
the best: remember the sweet house? dinner there by a renowned chicago chef.

the best: ginger-infused vodka. jalapeno-infused vodka.
the worst: a smoky club that stays with you until you next do laundry.

the best: royal treatment. being loved.
the worst: leaving tomorrow.