While I was walking to the Global Garden to care for my lot there of vegetables and herbs, I came across a handmade sign in the grass. I promptly lost it.
As in, I lost it in the sense that I got insanely happy, not in the "I lost it because I went crazy" sense.
(But hey, that too maybe? I mean, who my age really enjoys working within their community to make the neighborhood better? I literally get an intellectual lady boner, if you don't mind me being vulgar, by these communal activities. How do I explain my desire to make my surroundings better, to be part of something that is bigger than me, without sounding like a freak? This is real life, okay?)
And now, to make this post less about me and Generation Y and more about the city and people of Chicago...
