Chicago Part I


You chose my point of entry to the USA to be Chicago. Total flight hours from my hometown to Chicago was 30 hours.

This was my first long haul trip and I was skeptical about it. I knew I would be so tired (I hate road trips as well!), I even told you that I could just stop in London and live with my aunt there. :p 

But of course, I didn’t.

What got me through those long layovers, long queues at immigration, long hours of flight was your smile. And your smell. 

I have always love your smile. In fact, your smile was the first thing that I saw almost 3 years ago when we first met. Please don’t stop smiling for me okay?

Your smell, what can I say, it’s the smell of love. When I kiss you in the morning, and I smell your skin, sometimes I wonder if heaven smells like that. Smells so pure and calm. 

After the long queue at the Custom Borders counter and picking up my luggage, I stepped outside the Arrival hall, and there I saw you, with a rose bouquet in your hand. Just like most of the times whenever you met me.

I love you.

Remember the time when I was craving for strawberries in Miri and I spent a fortune on that little box of strawberries only to find out they were sour?

I was mad and disappointed and you were shocked to hear that the strawberries are actually sweet. So you brought one box for me. Exactly like the one I bought in Miri. And they are sweet. Thank you baby. 🙂 And oh, we went on strawberry frenzy after that! LOL. 


Thank you so much for being so patient with me when that bloody jet lag hit me. I do not know how you’ve been so patient with me when I was being annoying MOST OF THE TIME. You are the most patient person I’ve met and your love is just amazing I couldn’t put it into words. 

I’m sorry we didn’t get to go to Downtown to watch the fireworks on Independence Day. I was totally bummed and you were okay with just hanging out at the hotel bar, although I knew how bad you wanted to go. We still get to watch the fireworks, but only from the live streaming on TV. ;)) 

You bought me my very first Coach sneakers when my feet were hurting from walking so much around Downtown. My foot was cramping too but you didn’t get mad for slowing our journey down. Instead, you asked me to take my time and just enjoy the scenery. Thank you baby. I’d never find someone like you. So patient, so gentle, so loving. 

Oh! Also, thank you for taking me to Hancock building where we could see the entire Chicago from the Signature Room! You know I am also scared of heights, but I knew you were excited to go there yourself too, so I gave in. I hope you had a wonderful time with me there baby. I certainly did enjoy my time there with you. 🙂

Ha! Remember we were picking up fridge magnet at the Navy Pier and I was being stingy? Or was it because I couldn’t make up my mind to which design to get?

We ended with no souvenir and only realise it when we were driving back to Indiana! LOL. How silly of me. I should just pick up one and be done with it. 

Okay, here are some pictures from our Chicago trip. I hope these pictures bring a smile to your face when you see them. 🙂 Just like how they always do to me. 🙂



At Signature Room, after 20 mins queue just to get in the elevator! Lucky it was just the two of us, so we could just sit at the bar!



At Cumberland train station near our hotel. It was a breezy morning. My first outing in Chicago! July 05th, 2013!




I don’t remember the name of this place but I knew we had hot dog buns here! We were just here randomly because I was starving! Took this picture with the flowers because I know my mum would love it. She loves flowers. 🙂 And I was laughing here in this picture because in the first picture that you took, I was holding a cigarette and I didn’t want her to see that. LOL. 




Us at the Navy Pier and me holding a cup of roasted almond nuts! They were too sweet for my liking. You knew I wouldn’t like it because I don’t like anything sweet in my food. But you bought them anyways because you wanted me to try them. 

Or, was it because YOU wanted them??

Ciao baby!


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