A to Zephyr

Reasons I love going home:

The views. It doesn’t get much better than having the following as the view from your apartment. Beats graffiti-ed buildings by a mile.

Seeing my pets. They are uh door able.

And seeing family, obviously.

Reasons I Hate Going Home:

Feeling like you’re getting sucked into the same old drama you thought you were done with. People change, but hometowns never seem to. It’s like a really bad time warp.

Low tide smell. Because seriously, it’s just foul.

Having my boyfriend sneeze for the next month because I hugged my cat at some point during the weekend.

Meh.

That about sums up my feelings about the past weekend (or was it two weekends ago? I’ve lost count). It was nice to go home, but even nicer to come back to Boston. I don’t hate it here as much as I thought. It’s still not New York, but for now, I’m just happy it’s not Cape Cod.