Man.

What can I say?

I'm back from London.

I'm back in Chicago.

I keep having these thoughts, like "Hmm. 24 hours ago I was in the British Museum. Hmm. Monday afternoon my girlfriend and I were having tea at the Savoy. Hmm. Saturday night I closed down two English pubs."

And now. Here I am. Back in Chicago.

Reality. Normalcy. Routine.

Home.

You find out that you really do love a city when you think that even its' traffic jams are beautiful.