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I just got back tonight from visiting the relatives in connecticut and boston. My parents flew up there as well, and I actually had an amazing time. I got to see everyone, eat tons of lobster rolls and home-cooked italian meals, and forget about work and all the shit I have to deal with back in cali. I started running again there, which I haven't done since I ran cross country in high school. I always used my fucked up knee as an excuse not to run, but I had no problems whatsoever with it. Long story short, it was a nice break from work and I got to spend time with family. It's strange how I lived in CT for 4 years and took them for granted. Now I see them every 4 years and seeing them age, seeing me age, is kind of an awakening. I don't live for today, I go through the motions and hope time passes quickly and painlessly. That kind of makes me sad.