Things I have learned:
The longer you are home, the harder it is to withhold from guilty pleasures. The height of shame is placing the peanut butter M&M’s in plain view on the dining room table, full well knowing that it will take days before anyone else notices them.
You may be out of school for more years than you can count, but self education is only as far away as the on-line reference section of your local library.
If The Boston Globe doesn’t make it, withdrawal symptoms will follow. And no, reading it on the laptop will not be the same.
Old friends are old friends. There is nothing more to say.
When you are blind as a proverbial bat, it takes a lot to imagine watching a crab walk on the bottom of the ocean from your perch on a surfboard, when in real life squinting as hard as you could, you’d view nothing more than a sloppy blur.
For 23 years, it’s possible to feel like a fraud. When you are doing what you are meant to do, it feels right deep down in your soul.
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