My kinda town And it certainly was. I leave this fabulous city tomorrow for Bermuda with a heavy heart. I leave behind some great friends and at least initially I also leave my patient girlfriend and perhaps forever my apartment, which I have put a lot of tender loving care in to. However keeping it means that Chicago will always be a home to me.

I often describe Chicago as a bit of a secret, at least amongst Brits and Europeans. Many visitors to this vast country would probably have Chicago way down on the list of places to see. Well how wrong they are. Chicago, the city of big shoulders, does not keep itself to itself, it wears it's heart on it's sleeve and asks to be explored.

Lake Michigan, the Windy City's very own ocean, it's beaches, cutting-edge architecture and skyscrapers the rest of the world tries to immitate, a daunting array of fine restaurants, world class museums, legendary blues, quirky neighbourhoods, its oh-so frustrating sports teams, and the snow.... there is a lot of snow all made bearable by beautiful summers that Chicagoans make the very, very most off. Not goodbye but au revoir Chicago.

"My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who, smile at you

And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tugging my sleeve, Chicago is
One town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town"   ¶ 21:30