Homesick

I spent a long weekend in Panama teaching and hanging out with some very lovely ladies (more on that to come!) then snapped this Instagram as I flew over Manhattan this evening.  Here is a little travel tip - when you fly into or out of LaGuardia versus JFK you will most likely fly over + alongside the island of Manhattan then come back south to land.  If the weather is good, the view is absolutely stunning and it's thrilling at any time of day.

For a long time now, whenever I travel I get homesick for Chicago.  No matter where I am or who I'm with, somehow the longing for Chicago creeps in.  I miss my old neighborhoods, the restaurants, the familiarity, people there who are so important to me.  Being comforted by just being there.  That is the city I am connected to.

While I was in Panama I got homesick for Chicago and New York.  They took turns fighting it out in the pit of my stomach.  I love them both.  But I've come to terms that Chicago - that beautiful Midwest city where I feel like I really grew up - Chicago is my home.  And New York.  The city that never sleeps, that is a constant rollercoaster of delights paired next to disappointments, endless fun, and experiences you will never have anywhere else.  New York is my adventure.