If Chicago was a man he’d be sharp dressed, quick tempered and loud mouthed. Not that he would be overly concerned about what you think of him. He’s been through a lot; the good and the bad, and no matter what anyone else says he’s proud of himself.
Maybe his pride has been dented and maybe some of the shame he bares is warranted to his own mistakes, but still there’s something impressive about a man who’s been kicked to the ground.
Comparatively Pittsburgh is an old woman, who is neither tired nor old. She’s contained within herself as if she knows a secret to youth that no one else does. She’s beautiful in her antiquity. No one need love her or pay her any attention. What she has she deserves and she doesn’t want or need anything you have to offer. You may visit her, but unless you were born with her you will never fully know her.
Now Milwaukee is a young hipster, who’s charging full speed ahead wanting to be big and impressive in one powerful bound. Everything’s a pleasing mixture of old and new. He’s vibrant and funny, though he tries to convince himself he’s tough like Chicago.
He needn’t worry. His future shines bright before him and his home town charm is his greatest strength.
None of these pictures were taken by me.
When I travel I try to describe each new city in my mind as a person. It’s too hard to describe buildings and brick… It doesn’t reach to the core of a city, cause a city is so much more than steel and concrete. It’s been effected by all the people who’ve lived in it. No two cities are ever alike.
I don’t know… I just thought I’d share how each city hits me. If you disagree just know that this is my personal opinion and that’s not worth much.
Lots of loves,
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