First Days are Hard

Sigh... back at Cambridge after an arduous 12 hours of traveling. The first hour or so of the trip I felt like I was back on that rollar coaster, right when the train has just cranked its way up to the top of the first peak. Thoughts of "is it too late to change my mind?" and "What am I doing here?" were going through my head. Then I just got too tired to care any more and went to sleep. And now I am here.

I know it will be good to be back once my eyes stop feeling like they are bleeding and I take a long hot shower. I still wish I was home, even though home doesn't really exist any more. I need to go to sleep.