Home?
I'm, apparently, going back to the Digital World this week. I'll also be going back to Boston in August. I haven't been to either in years, but I know that at least one of them is my home (whatever that means). Should I be more excited? I mean, both are certainly better than Chattanooga, but both also require far more effort. Have I become so accustomed to this hellhole that it has become my home instead? It seems that my recent desire to stop making sub sandwiches is at conflict with my innate fear of change.