Welcome to the neighborhood. (Shit)

Woke up really early to get home.  A small jet plane to Barcelona and then 3 movies later on a plane to New York.  I really didn’t think we’d ever make it back.  The idea of home, and the fact that now I call New York home is definitely weird… and nice.  Some of the text describes my frustration.  And may not reveal my happiness when there was some.  But they’re honest. But going to shows again and in my habitat.  Looking forward to Chaos in Tejas at the end of may and a trip up to Maine with Nate.  Now about that job thing…