While the city slumbered and my cab pulled out into the warm, waking day, I said my good-bye to Chicago.
You are magnificent and I will miss you.
With your downtown streets a bustling mix of city dwellers and lost tourists, the thick smell of chocolate in the air, your summer storms that soak my soul- I fell in love. Even with your humidity that laid upon me like a sweaty, napping toddler. Even with your single shoe-ed crazy cab driver. Even with your Sheraton Hotel whose beds were painfully squishy and damaging on my back.
Your beaming architecture winked at me and captured my attention. Your history marked on weathered streets or high up top the Ferris wheel lured me in. Your beautiful lake stretching out- a calming place to float. I could easily see myself walking along your river, thriving in the your urban hub, decorating a little apartment in a quaint brick building, expanding this brief affair into a lifetime.
Except. . my heart already knows its home. And I’m headed there.
I’ll never forget you.