Home is where the heart is...not your old address
Well, being home for the first time in seven months was definitely interesting. I was not sure how I was going to feel about things. It turned out OK. And it solidified in my mind that moving to RI was a good choice. I sort of felt like a stranger back in Philly, like I didn't own the city anymore, like I have no claim to it anymore. That was definitely the weirdest part, because I certainly don't feel like a New Englander yet, I don't have this overwhelming sense of community here. I think it will just take time. Anyway, it is hard coming back for the first time. Everyone wants a piece of you and there are only so many hours in the day. I couldn't take the time I wanted to spend with some very good friends (including revsaintmichael ) because my Grandmother was in the hospital and my family needed me and blah blah blah. I did hang out with Mike on Sunday and we got to catch up a lot, but it was not enough. I really wanted to do something fun with him, but just did not have the chance. I promise to come back and tie him up for at least one whole day!
In other news...I am having a biopsy tomorrow, so if anyone is actually reading this thing, and you believe in a supreme being, please say a little prayer that there is nothing wrong with me. On that happy note, I have to get back to work. Hope everyone had a nice thanksgiving!