Sometimes, there's just nothing more necessary than a trip home. For a week and a half I've been wandering around, at work, in the apartment, even while out with friends, in a sort of pissed off daze. Nothing specific had happened (well that is until Friday when my Red Sox unceremoniously got swept out of the post season) I was just worn out. For a month and a half I had been pushing myself too hard. Too much drinking, too little sleep. Too much socializing, too little alone time.
I should have known a long time ago what I needed was to come home. Because in the span of three days, which included: a dinner with my aunt, uncle, grandfather, mom, dad, and brother; a shopping trip, a haircut, more food than you can even imagine and and all of Season 4 of the West Wing on DVD, I head back to New York, ten pounds heavier (thanks Mom) with a lot less hair (I'm still mad at you crazy stylist) and a lot less stressed out.
Ahh, those weekends are great. I used to call them restarting. Its like pushing reset and getting to play the game all over again, and i am sure they gave you some perspective. Hope the hair and you are doing great.
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OOOhhhhh, what happened to your hair? I wanna see!!!
Least the Pats are back to winning ways.