Chicago cries for me

Howling weeping sobbing baby. I smile sadly out of the window at It. I don't want to start but I could so easily join you. I have been happier here than I could have guessed and I've been sad too. I could go on with a barrage of verbs and superlatives but we know what I mean and feel.

Don't cry for me, Chicago. Or cry now and be calm for my flight time. I am not fond of turbulence.