I have such a complicated relationship with the city of Chicago. On one hand there are the wonderful museums, foods, cultures, landscapes, art and pure beauty of it all. Not to mention all of the memories that have come from this great city over the years. On the other hand, Chicago is the city where the Cubs call home and where I had my first car accident. Where my afro is never right because of the horrible, horrible wind. But whenever I leave, all I want to do is return again. Just like all love stories I suppose, it’s just a little complicated. See you another time, Chicago.