On my final day in Chicago, I stood on the train platform with my suitcase and my asaali hoodie zipped to the chin. The city that had once felt so cold had slowly become a second home. That hoodie had seen me through seasons, friendships, breakdowns, and breakthroughs. I boarded the Amtrak knowing I wasn’t the same person who had arrived two years earlier. And though I was leaving Chicago behind, I was carrying something real with me—wrapped around my shoulders, stitched into my heart.