Familiar

After over 10 trips, Tucson feels familiar. As soon as I get outside the airport, the mountains looming in the northeast feel comforting. Here's a terrible picture from the hotel lobby:

The feeling of familiarity was reinforced when I went to dinner. I picked a place based on simple criteria of being a 10 minute walk from my hotel, serving multiple vegetarian dishes, and having my favorite beer (Left Hand Milk Stout) on tap. When I walked in, I realized that I had absolutely been there before, but forgotten the name and location. For the curious, it's the B Line, and it was delicious.

Tucson is sort of like my sixth home. You know, after all of the places that I've actually lived.