My Last Fall

I recently realized that this may very well be my last Fall in Chicago. In fact, this may be my last fall not-in-California. I'm going to miss the changing autumn leaves, the reds, oranges, and yellows. Back home, when fall comes, the leaves just dry up and die. Here autumn is the most beautiful season of the year. Not that this is necessarily worth the bitter cold winters but still.

It has taken me almost four years to admit, but I am really in love with Chicago. It's such a wonderful city. Downtown has a beautiful skyline with so much architecture and history. I drive by the Lake several times a week and each time, it never fails to captivate me. There are so many great restaurants and wine bars and lounges, that I will never have enough time or money to experience them all. Is it bad that this makes me really sad, more than being excited?

Who knows. Maybe come Match Day, I'll find out that I'll be staying here for residency. Then I'll get to complain for three more years about how much I hate the cold! :)