It's what you aren't used to
After a long day of interviewing job candidates, my colleague and I went Saturday night to a Malaysian restaurant in Chinatown in Chicago (actually the restaurant turned out to be part of a chain). I've been living in small towns in the south (in the Piedmont) for 20 years now, and I just felt happy to be in the city, in a Chinatown. It was snowing lightly and we walked through the snow perhaps a mile and a half back to our hotel. My kids are terribly jealous that I got to see snow and they haven't yet this winter. Here we usually get one or two snows a winter.