drmaxtejeda
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The first time I went to Chicago in the winter was for my postgrad application interview.
When the airport automatic door to the street first opened, I ran back inside. I thought there was something wrong, because I simply could not believe how cold it was, and I was puzzled by the fact that passers-by exited normally. It really was hard for me to understand how it could be so cold. I couldn't even breathe.
When the cab driver told me it wasn't cold at all for that time of year, I hoped that one of the postgraduate programs I applied to in the southern US would take me.
No such luck. All five acceptances were in the north, but I still wish I would have picked Boston instead of Chicago. It would have been less cold, but I had a sweet heart in Chicago whom I later married and divorced.
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