I'm not leaving Chicago

I love Chicago.
I love the food.
I love the music.
I love the people.
I love the skyscrapers.
I love the bungalows.
I love the city layout.
I love the pride.
I even love the weather!

So with all this love going on, why am I leaving?

Let me start off by saying that I'm not FROM Chicago, but from one of the surrounding suburbs. I had to state that because people that are FROM the actual city are quick to look at you sideways if you try to claim "their" city. I'd love to get into my theories and feelings about that, but that's another post for another day.

I'm very proud to be from Wheaton, Illinois, which is about 45 minutes west of the Chicago city limits. It's a small suburban family town ruled with a heavy hand of discipline and the Bible. Evangelist Billy Graham is from the great town of Wheaton, which is home to the Billy Graham Center at Wheaton College. On the flip side, the Belushi brothers are also from Wheaton.

So with all this great lineage, why am I leaving?


Well, I'm NOT leaving Chicago. I never will.

It's a personality thing. Yeah that's it. My personality contains Chicago genes, with some Midwestern tendancies (pop anyone?).

All I've ever known is Chicago and I need to spice up my resume..ha ha. Now to those that have lived all across the nation, I'm sure this isn't a big deal. But to me, leaving Chicago for Las Vegas is a huge deal. All my family, contacts, culture, record stores (well, maybe not the record stores) are based out of the city of broad shoulders.

I don't feel like I'm leaving Chicago at all, I'm just adding Las Vegas.
Why am I adding the Sin City?

I'll save that for the next post.