Chicago Blizzards and Frank Sinatra

I was born in Chicago... (Insert Frank Sinatra's "Chicago" background music here)

With access to the beach and glamorous city architecture within a walking distance of each other...

I guess, I've simply gotten used to so much beauty, that I no longer remember how great it is to be a Chicagoan.

Well it might be because the blizzards and floods and rainstorms begin to take a toll. 

With privilege, also comes specific obligations: 

Keeping sane throughout these drastic weather changes. One day you're tanning on the Willis Tower deck, the next you're running to the store to look for a snow blower. 

Store after store. Looking for a shovel. Looking for an umbrella. Looking for sunblock.

When you know that each of the above products are already sold out. 

Becuase when it rains, it pours in Chicago. Nothing is done lightly here. And most of the time, we are never prepared. 

I was remembering a snow blizzard that kept all of Chicago snowed in for two days, years ago. I happened to fall ill with a terrible fever and throat infection. Did I mention we lost all electricity? Meaning the house was cold and my fever was getting worse. I felt so close to dying, I considered telling my little brother he could keep my car and laptop.

But clearly, it didn't come down to that since I'm still alive and well. Anyway, it was that winter, that I began learn to let go of what I used to think I could  control. Just let go. And let God. And when that trial is over, you learn to enjoy electricity and heaters and so many things around you.

Sometimes being snowed in is a blessing in disguise... But God, please no blizzards this winter. Pretty please? :) ... It was worth a shot. Can't blame a girl for trying...