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So, well, Two Buck Chuck how I’ve missed you. There are no Trader Joe’s in Vermont. Me and the bf made it alive back on the island of Cambridge. Right in the capitol, Harvard Square. It was a horrible move and it was horrible and I won’t talk about it ever again. It is hard to get organized with everything I have going on in my life. My friends here in Boston, I’ve seen a few of them and they say things like welcome home, glad to have you back and I told you so. Which I don’t think I’ve ever really heard before. It makes me really happy.

One of my bestest friends, well both, a couple are having a baby. I can’t say who yet, but it made my day. I can’t even rememeber what I’ve written about or where I left off. I suppose it is lost. My camera is broken, so no pictures. I got a new “job” being an editor for an online music magazine. That is going to be awesome. Both my parents are on facebook which is very interesting, I suppose for lols I will share with you a post, or two rather that my father posted on the bf’s “wall”.

My Father Vermont is gonna be nuked sometime tomorrow….If you have any radioactive protective clothing take it with you on the trip home…otherwise ya gonna light up like it’s the fourth of July..peace brother!

Thanks for listening…Paul C over and out

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then after, I’m sure my mother complained…

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My Father I guess people have complained about my Nuclear blast comments so I will change my style.

“Hello (name removed to protect the bf)… PC here.
It’s a most dreadful day here with the rain and all.
Be having tea and crumpets with Meghan soon and I am certain that you both will stay out of harms way in your moving enterprise together.

What I really wanted to say was: “Oh excuse the interuption but did any of the nuclear dust from the H-Bomb attack on Vermont land on the car?
Please save me some if it did cause it can start your car without the keys in it or save you electricity for a decade if used properly.

PC over and out

So, there you go. I am happy to be close to my friends again. It is the most wonderful feeling in the world. I forgot what it was like, I suppose to call someone up and be like what’s going on and go walk and get a beer and talk about the good ol’ days. And the thing is these people know you and love you and you get to talk with them and have a beer and they are there for you and nothing is really ever going to change that for the most part.

I get really nervous a lot when I go outside. This is a mental problem I have. But I don’t get nervous in the city really. Or at my parents’. I had to drive from Vermont to Boston with all this crap it was terrible. Luckily I gave a pal a ride and we just chatted the whole time. There was no traffic, it was like Boston was saying, “Let’s make it nice for her, she’s coming home.”

Again, I can’t express the warmness I feel when a friend, old coworker, random guy I know from drinking at the bars everyday a year ago, says, Welcome Back, Welcome Home, you’ve been missed. It almost makes me feel like I have a place to belong to. I loved Vermont to a minimal degree, but, it wasn’t where I belonged. I feel maybe I had to leave to realize, “Jesus Christ, this is the best place on Earth. Why did I ever leave?” To realize I’ve been missed, to realize I’ve missed this place and all my friends? I don’t know. It’s like taking a break from a boyfriend or girlfriend because you keep fighting and then when you reunite you have amazing sex and make out and are happy again. Absence makes the heart go yonder.

I don’t know what is in the future for me or anyone else, but I am sorry I haven’t written, I’ve been so busy.

I just want to say I love you, I’m on the island and the sun is out.

Love you

here it is your moment of Zen—

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