I recently made a long overdue trip home to Chicago, and as soon as I boarded the plane back to New York, I missed the big windy and all its offerings. My short stay was filled with friends, family and non-stop good times, but as usual I didn’t get to see everyone I wish I could, stop by every spot I wanted, or do most of which I set out to accomplish. Hangs and some work consumed most of my time, and I let sleep be the victim of sacrifice. Every time I go home (especially in the summer), I always wonder why I ever left, and contemplate a return, a theme that has become ever present with each trip… With so many loved ones in one spot and a city that doesn’t stop, it’s hard not to think about a return. I guess the best part about leaving somewhere you love is going back, this being said I’ll just have to make my trips home a little closer together from here on out. Here’s a taste of where I call home, I hope you enjoy.