Ahh, the sound of traffic…

So, I’m convinced that the best part of not being home for two weeks is the feeling of being home again.

Unlike most of you saps, I don’t have a typical day-to-day job proper. I’ve got a few projects – maybe too many – that might make it seem like that craptastic corporate job I used to have, but in the end, I’m my own boss and that makes a world of difference. The typical return-from-vacation vibe of having to go back to the office don’t exist for me.

So, yeah – it’s good to be back. Traffic sounds soothing my sleep, sirens making sure I don’t sleep in too long and random other familiar city-noises to keep my mind occupied and at ease.

Hard to believe that just a couple of weeks ago I was so gung ho about getting out of this place. What the fuck was I thinking?