I could tell I was home by the smell of the river

I'm fairly sure it's not a good idea for me to be blogging right now because I may or may not have treated myself to a couple martinis after work to celebrate finishing my first week at the firm.  So, I'll keep it brief and just make a note here that today at lunch I walked down along the water front (river front? whatever they call it.), and I immediately remembered why I moved here.  Because it is home.  My home.  The smell of the water was instant confirmation.  I love it here, and I'm so grateful to be back!