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welcome home
I'm nearly to my first full week in my new city. I still haven't unpacked half my boxes, but the days have been so packed it feels like I've been here for weeks and months. And somehow, even without a job, there is not enough time in the day to do all the things we want. Emails are still going unreturned, errands are still undone, and somehow seven o'clock gets here quicker every time. Seven o'clock is when prime time TV starts here in the Midwest. That's the oddest and silliest thing to get over.
It's funny that one reason I left was to attempt to start a life from scratch, and instead I have been grabbing every connection I have and holding tight to my friends back at the old home for dear life. Funny, only because why wouldn't I have realized that's what would happen? The fantasy of the clean break and the self-sufficient island is so much better when it's not real.
My friend Meg drove me here, seven states in two days. On our second day here we went to a local burger joint for veggie dogs and saw a picture on the wall, which was perhaps the greatest thing ever. A giant cat with an ice cream cone standing over the burger joint. A giant, ice cream eating cat.
Welcome home.