I am back home in my tiny apartment after being at CHA then staying downtown Chicago through the weekend. Even though I got a little tired of living out of a suitcase for a week, it was hard to get on the plane and come back. It's always sad for me to leave Chicago, the place that feels like home. This trip I spent some time walking my old neighborhoods and favorite places, then was lucky to get together with some really great friends I have there.
If home is where your heart is, what happens when your heart is happy in two places? Maybe you go where your bank account will be the happiest, hmm?
More Chicago posts to share this week.