Last year around this time I started getting the itch to move to New York.

I had the dream that a lot of other girls in their twenties have at one time or another. The one where you give up your normal life for a more romanticized version.

This new life would take place in Manhattan, obviously, and I would work at a big fashion magazine(duh!). In my free time I would sip on cosmos with my girlfriends and date an old, rich guy. This all sounds great in theory(*cough*) but my dream was nothing more than a classic case of the "carriebradshaws".

I stepped into that world for a moment during a recent trip and had a grand ole time!

When it was all said and done, I realized that nothing compares to Chicago...