Crossing Wires

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 I woke up not knowing where I was, which is always a startling experience. I could hear my mother downstairs doing the dishes and the collar on my dog clinking as he tried to reach an itch on his face. The city has changed a lot since i moved away. Of course I have been back to visit, but always as a tourist. It’s a little different coming back as a citizen. I spent the first few days drifting, meeting with friends and trying to get in touch with the ones who survived the tide of the past year. The humidity and stillness of the city is hard to embrace. Slowly I started to really realized what had happened to the city I used to, and will now, call home. I don’t blame anyone in particular, mostly because I have learned that it is in my nature to come off sounding pompous even when my intentions are humble.  In a way, I regret leaving this town. I love Boston, but I think I was running away. I ran from problems and I thought they were gone. Then they came back, and this time I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. Through all of this, I lost a lot of friends and made plenty of others who I will never forget, but that is all part of the experience. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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