It may seem like I was wanting to destroy Chicago as a whole or that I completely hate the place. And I can understand how that could come across as such. That is not at all the case. I need to write a post about all the things that I love about that fair city.

And I am aware that location does not bring happiness. I am, however, excited to no end to have a warm (compared to Chicago) winter and just can’t contain myself.

When I was young I was disillusioned with the North and so went South for school. I learned that for me, happiness is not found in “nice” weather. While the South on the surface is marked by “nice” people, just see what they do when you violate one of their rules. It’s not coincidence that Texas executes and imprisons the highest number of people or has the dirtiest air and water in the country. Or that they’ve been known to drag black men from the bumpers of pickup trucks or break down the doors of gay sodomizers & toss them in the clinker.

Scratch below the surface, and every place has its good and bad points, but there’s no magical place to live. It’s long been suggested that the reason San Francisco has one of if not the highest suicide rate is because it’s billed as the best place to be.

In the end, maybe it’s our expectations and outlooks that cause unhappiness, and not the places themselves.

Besides, you can make friends easier while on a patio in the sun than while hibernating in the frigid, snowy, dark.