The Great Escape

Today, the IOC will hopefully announce that my current home, Chicago, will host the 2016 Summer Olympics.  I mean with both of the Obama's in Copenhagen, plus Oprah and a variety of American who's who, the games must be a lock, right?  I for one, am hopeful. Although the chances that I'll still be a Chicago resident in 7 years is slim, I still love this town and hope that it gets a chance to show off its good to the whole world like Megan Fox on awards night. 

Similar to my adoration of Ms. Fox, my love for the Windy City is deep and gut-wrenching.  Still, I occasionally get fed up with the "hustling" and the "bustling" within its urban ecosystem.  At times, my mind ventures into fantasy-land and I envision a life where I'm living the simple life...

perhaps a small farm in New Zealand?  Maybe a bit of land on the Northern Coast of California?  Yeah, I know, its a cliche-yuppie-bullshit exercise, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to indulge.  Where do you escape to?

May the hustle be always at your back,