36 hours later, and I've crossed the country twice. Since 8am Friday Pacific Time, I've had 5 hours' sleep, and that includes the 2 1/2 hours I got on the plane on the way home this morning. Going back to Boston was like seeing an ex-girlfriend. First, the excitement at seeing the city again. Then driving around the city to see all the places I used to live and hang out in -- it was like remembering all the good times you had with your ex without remembering all the reasons why you broke up. Then seeing the changes, most of them good things (like the fact that I was told you can now buy liquor in Massachusetts on Sundays and the new buildings put up in the city and at my alma mater) -- it was like seeing all those things that make you jealous that you're not still together. I'm so glad I went though. Seeing my friends and singing again with my old singing group is something that I wouldn't have missed for the world. A few pictures will be up soon.