The city that stole my heart 2 years ago. My biggest fear was that I would come back and not feel that same thrill. But as soon as we stepped off the plane, I realized: "Home."

Delight and anticipation spread through my body, my heart beat faster, and my eyes sparkled with happiness.

Arriving in the center, I couldn't stop smiling, because everything was so familiar, so dear, so much my own.

And, keeping with this summer's tradition, on the very first day we went to watch the sunset. To the stunning 103rd floor. You, the sunset, and 412 meters below you in a glass cube. My favorite city was sinking into darkness so beautifully that I couldn't look away.

Then there were dozens of kilometers walked, thousands of calories of deep dish pizza, and a sea of lights enveloping Chicago. I was drowning in this blissful calm and beauty. Every part of me was rejoicing and admiring. My soul begged to stay.

I said goodbye to the city just as beautifully as 2 years ago: sitting at the bar on the 96th floor of The Signature Room, watching the sunset sun reflect in yellow-red rays off the skyscraper windows.

The city, shrouded in lights, gave off an atmosphere of mystery with hints of danger.

I'm not saying goodbye.