One Year: A Love Letter to Chicago

One year ago yesterday, we were moving into our apartment in Chicago. It’s crazy how much has happened in the past year. In honor of my time here, I decided to write a love letter to the city that stole my heart.

Dear Chicago,

I owe you an apology. This time last year, I wasn’t super confident about my year here. At the time, my hesitation made sense. I was leaving a job I loved and moving away from family and friends. The first time I got to visit the city was when we were looking for a place to live.

As a self-proclaimed nomad, I’ve never felt a true connection with the other places I’ve lived. Imagine my surprise when I felt an instant connection with you. As soon as our moving truck pulled into our building, I knew I would love it here, and I can't really express why. I just felt a strong sense of belonging.

After that first impression, my love for you only grew. Lake Michigan became my favorite place in the world. I feel closest to the Lord when I’m by a body of water. It serves as a constant reminder to me that no matter what happens in life, God is always present. If I’m feeling stressed, all I have to do is go to Lake Michigan to feel completely rejuvenated and at peace.

The thing that has surprised me the most is how beautiful and clean you are. I could spend all day relaxing at a park, wandering around and looking up at all the stunning architecture, or taking a boat trip on the Chicago River or Lake Michigan. I don’t even have to leave our loft to feel connected to the city. All I have to do is look out my balcony and take in another breathtaking sunset or admire the view of the Willis Sears Tower.

Of course, I have to mention the amazing food. I don’t think I’ve had a bad meal since our move here. It’s nearly impossible to pick a place to eat when every restaurant sounds amazing.

Chicago, I’m so thankful for you and our time here. You will always have a piece of my heart. A year ago, I was practically dragged here kicking and screaming. I never thought I would feel the same way when it was time to leave. Home is where the heart is, and I would follow Christopher anywhere, but I sure wouldn’t complain if someday we make it back to you.

Love you always.


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