Some days it feels like my life is a constant push/pull of wanting to move home and being comfortable where I am. After spending a very nice long, relaxing weekend in Boston full of parades, cookouts, kids, and my sister's brilliant movie references I can see myself there. I can see Dave and I moving and being very happy. Spending more time with my family, my nieces, watching Sox games on local cable, driving to the beach whenever I want to, all seems like a lovely dream. But then I come back to DC, to the neighborhood that I love, the friends that have been so good to me, the haunts where I can name all the faces on both sides of the bar, and the familiarity that has become my day to day life and I just don't know. In Boston, all my friends are gone, they have moved all over the country. My friends are here, my life is here, everything I have known for the last five years is here. I can walk down the street at any given time and run into five different people that I know. I don't have that network, that safety net, in Boston. So I am going to find a way to combine the two. It may involve moving vast expanses of land, hell Maryland and Jersey are easily expendable, but I am going to do it. I will find a way.