If you’re going to dream, dream big.
Yesterday, when I finally decided on the trajectory of my future, I also promised myself that anything less than an enormous future just wouldn’t do!
I decided that my apartment in Chicago would be envious. To me. I wanted to envy where I lived. I wanted to live in an icon. And in Chicago, there’s no greater icon than the Hancock Tower. I mean, you don’t even need to give anyone, and I mean anyone, the address. All you need to say is the Hancock Tower.
It shares the skyline with it’s older brother, the Sears Tower, and it’s evil step-brother, Trump Tower. All three were born to the same design firm, Skidmore, Owings & Merrill LLP, and for which I worked for eleven years.
Today, I instructed my broker to negotiate my lease for my apartment on the fiftieth floor overlooking Lake Michigan and Navy Pier. I will have unfettered eastern views from my furnished apartment. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Both my living room and bedroom face east so the sun will shine each day on my 1,000 square foot birdhouse.
Only birds and angels will see what I will see.