Chicago
Those close to me are well familiar with my hermit like habits. This is only amplified by my refusal to imbibe, my dislike for small talk, and my inability to produce any form of stimulating conversation. Rarely in my life do I feel comfortable in a new environment. That was until Chicago.
I've been here for a week now. I leave tomorrow. I am excited to see my wife and children again (selfishly, I'm wanting to alleviate the guilt of leaving my pregnant wife alone with twin 3 year old girls for a week), but the time here in Chicago has been an amazing experience. For once in my working life, I can't stand being in my hotel room and just have to get out. The dining has been wonderful. The architecture and parks are beyond anything I'd ever encountered in Utah and Austin. Part of me wishes I had a camera (aside from the poor pictures I've been able to take with my blackberry), but at the same time, I feel as though a camera would impede the atmosphere I've been all to anxious to absorb. Strangely, I have a sense of being "home" here. I don't know if this is a city I'll ever have the chance to live in, but I will return (probably for work), and Leslie will be with me to share this now familiar taste of a city.