When I was younger my dream was to move to Chicago. I told myself that I would go to the University of Chicago or Northwestern for undergrad and then switch for law school. When I was accepted to the place where fun goes to die, I happily accepted. Needless to say, Chicago has been my home for the past six years. I went to college there and then I worked at a southside charter school. I have lived and been all over the city. To me, Chicago was the place where I became an adult. It allowed me to grow and mature in ways Texas never could. I learned how to take the train, go to clubs, live by myself, and learn independent of parents and 1500 miles away from their household. But at the end of June, I found myself saying goodbye to Chicago. I left in the best way possible. I left not wanting to leave. Even though deep down I knew it was my time to leave the Windy City, I wanted to stay one last summer for one last hurrah. I will miss Chicago and the people who were my family for six years but I know my next journey is necessary.
