Thoughts at present now that my trip is done:

- Things don't really change in the 'hood. Besides, it's only been six months. My friends have gotten a little more tame from being employed, but we've all just kind of continued down the same paths we're carving out for ourselves. Same way with my camp reunion, except that we all accelerated 10 years down those paths before we saw each other again.
- Within 20 minutes of getting out of Logan Airport, I was reminded of one of the major reasons why I hate Boston. Even at 7AM, the damn drivers were showing off their "me first, screw everyone else" attitude. And the Big Dig is still nowhere near being done, that city is still a bloody mess.
- I'm not scared of flying. My only real fear is that my luggage will get lost. I only start getting tense when the plane touches down at my destination -- really. Although my dad does tell me that story of two of his old co-workers who were engineers and, while on a flight, called over the flight attendant to tell her to tell the captain that something was wrong with the engine that they were looking at out their window. When she denied it, they said they were engineers and they were absolutely positive there was something wrong with the engine. At that point, she got a worried look on her face and asked them, "Are we going to make it?"
- It is DAMN HOT AND HUMID in New England. To the point where I had to go into an air-conditioned room in order to dry off from a shower, since it was so humid that the water wouldn't dry off my skin in a non-air-conditioned room.
- Coming back here was easier than I thought. While I was in New England, Los Angeles felt like a world away and it seemed like I had put things on hold when I left, but upon arrival back here, I slipped back into town and my routines very easily. It makes this city feel a little more like home.
- To the girl at the Starbucks counter in Logan Airport in Boston: You need an education. If the frappuccino costs $3.67 and I give you $3.72, don't stand there looking at me, looking at the register, looking at the money I gave you, looking at me, looking at the register, looking at the money I gave you, softly saying that I gave you too much money, then looking at the register again. If you can't figure out that I gave you that much so I could get a nickel back, then just punch in the amount I gave you into the register and it will tell you. I shouldn't have to tell you.
- My internal clock is so screwed up right now, you couldn't even begin to believe it.