When I stepped outside work today I was hit with the scent of nostalgia. The smoothly paved concrete streets of Chicago smelled like the crumbling cobblestone sidewalks of Buenos Aires. The smell of cigarette smoke and stale urine mixed with the anticipatory sweetness of summer and the freshness of the nearby lake to create an urban elixir that gave my soul a boost of big city energy.
Two years ago I wandered the streets of Buenos Aires, feeling very much an outsider and also very much alive in my own obscurity of la ciudad. Today I walked with direction and conviction through Chicago, feeling like I am home and yet still feeling alive in the comfort of my city and my home.
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