D.C. is no San Antonio is no Boston

I hate moving.  Not that I think anyone particularly loves the idea, but for as often as I do it, one might think it would become less traumatic.

It does not.

If anything, for me it becomes more so.

As evidenced by my previous post, I miss my old life.  Ironically (or perhaps typically), when I unhappily moved to San Antonio about a year ago, I grieved for what was then my most recent situation.  There were some lonely times in Boston.  There were some very lonely times last year, as well.  But, my freezing feet remind me: at least those times were warm.


(Written in Sept. 2011)