Here’s what amazed me about Chicago, when I returned:
–The quiet in the mornings. In San Marcos you wake to a loud chorus of roosters/paradisical birdies and dogs, dogs, dogs.
–How big everything looked. Our apartment seemed cavernous. Even the front steps seemed wider than I remembered.
–The harsh, edgy look in peoples’ eyes as you pass them on the street. The cold might have something to do with that.