I love my neighborhood in Chicago. Lincoln Park has everything I could ever want: tree-lined streets; friendly residents; fabulous restaurants, cafés and bars; beautiful townhouses I pretend I’ll one day live in; bustling shopping areas; and parking. (It matters. Especially after eight years in the New York metropolitan area.) In many ways, Lincoln Park reminds me of the West Village, and I love that. It almost feels like a town within a city.