Stage one: "I'M IN THE BIG CITY!" phase
Where you're living: Wrigleyville.
Where you're going out: Clark St, duh.
Your mantra: “Here's to the nights we don’t remember and the friends we won’t forget.”
Go-to activity: Day-drinking, night-drinking, this girl sums it up pretty accurately.
Much like the Lee Brice song you shoehorn into Instagram hashtags, your first year in Chicago probably will be a blur. Given the amount of times you’ve wound up crying on the curb, that’s actually a blessing. You’re, like, totally aware that there’s more to the city than Lakeview, but the closest you've gotten to any other neighborhood is passing through while taking the Brown Line, River North counts as branching out, right? Thanks to your penchant for squealing at 4am for no apparent reason and/or fighting with your bros, your neighbors have begun to loathe your existence.