My air conditioning isn’t working, but that’s not why I love living in Chicago.
I woke up in the middle of the night sweating. I got out of my bed and pushed my sofa as close to the window air conditioning unit as I possibly could. (For those of you who don’t know, the Midwest is currently experiencing a heat wave. To make matters worse, I live in an extremely old coach house with one wall unit).
Besides being extremely noisy, I don’t think the thing was properly working. I tried to fall back to sleep for an hour but mostly just rolled from one side to the other. So, I left the sofa and got back into bed.
I woke up this morning and decided to ditch my 88-degree apartment. But where should I go? I landed on my parent’s much more lavish couch and got to work. Not only was the central air blasting, my dad took me to lunch and treated me to this delicious piece of watermelon afterwards.
That’s why I love living in Chicago again…or at least so close to my parents!
