First Blog

           I bought a plane ticket today. Not to Italy or Greece or any of the amazing places I always told myself that I would one day escape to. No, against every ironic fiber in my body I was going back. I had lasted all of 2 months in Washington DC, the place that was supposed to change my life. Now, I am heading back north to Melrose Mass, with my tail between my legs. Sure, it will be great to see my friends and catch up after so long. But is it worth it to have to endure the family dinner, complete with a steaming dish of disappointment sitting next to cold and lumpy potatoes? Maybe not. No one ever tells you what happens when your gut feeling is wrong. When what you had convinced everyone around you, along with yourself, that this is exactly what you wanted turns out to be everything you never needed. There is no point in beating myself up about it now. From this point on I just have to face forward and go back.