Nearly every person I have met since I moved to Chicago has said something along the lines of, “Chicago comes alive in the summer. You’ll love it!”
These people are all telling the truth.
“You can’t turn a corner without running into a street festival.”
It seems that events are scheduled every single weekend day and most weeknights. I have already inadvertently double-booked myself for an upcoming Sunday. Choosing between things to do is as difficult as picking a favorite child.
I don’t want to miss a thing. Does this mean I have a fear of missing out? I like to think I’m living life to the fullest.
I’m discovering that’s really how you have to spend each summer day here. A sunny day spent indoors is a day wasted.