Back "home" in East Prov. Feeling oddly sad, yet oddly content, a dichotomy I've grown accustom to. The ease of peace sits vicariously in my stomach which could tip at any moment towards excitement or towards chaos. Greg, still asleep and in his dreamland, has some time before returning to work. Me? I should be getting ready to head out to the office but felt the need to write for a short spell. Pondering life, thinking about the next adventure we're delving into, reveling in love and existence, and wondering why so much money gets put into wedding days in the northeast. Take a deep breath, it's Monday.