Gasp! An update!

Indeed, my friend — sometimes, mountains move, sometimes, hell freezes over, sometimes, I update.

This update comes largely thanks to my having fled the city of Philadelphia in favor of Plymouth for a week and the inevitable boredom that follows. Not that I am complaining about said boredom, mind you. I am actually quite glad for it. It makes me want to write (sort of) which is not something I've really felt like doing these days.

It's funny how home goes — not two years ago at this time, I was in the midst of cursing it for its existence (or at least, its ability to trap me within its existance for a very long, horrible summer). And now, somehow, I'd rather come here for a week off than deal with the city.

Home has been good, for the most part — got to sleep a lot (mmm... naps), watch my little brother win his little league championship (he hit a double to tie the game, then, in true Jonathan-form, puked on second base. "Dehydration," he would later say.) and drove out to Worcester ("Wuh-stah") with EJ for dinner with Mark, whom I have not seen since probably August (which was nice, and did not take nearly as long as I had imagined it would).

Some things persist — probably always will. But as much as I love the city (and by "the city," I'm not sure I have a particular one in mind) and eventually know I would slowly but surely go out of my mind if forced into suburbia forever, there's something about the way Clifford Road looks as I round the curve by the field when the car window is down that always me at least a tiny bit grateful to be there.

My brain has apparently been replaced by a large, spongey mass that is incapable of letting actual thoughts in sentence form out tonight, but perhaps tomorrow, I will have something more worthwhile to say. For now, I'm going to sleep in my own bed, which, however uncomfortable it may be, I have missed.

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