A good chunk of today was spent trying to update my permanent and billing address to my parents house. I'm sure I forgot a few accounts, but I covered the most important ones, so now it's just hoping mail  forwarding continues as requested for anything I missed. I've stated how I feel before about this huge step back in my life, and that hasn't changed, nor do I ever get to productively deal with this.

I miss the subway, the Christmas department store windows, the view of the Rockefeller tree from my office building. The plethora of restaurants in my neighborhood including the old Hungarian cafe, most of my coworkers, friends, and league nights playing pool. Masses of humanity all commuting and going about their lives and the brief interactions when you catch someone's eye or help out someone in need. The solitude and safety of my apartment and the comfort of my possessions.

NYC is a special place in every sense, the good, the bad, and the ugly, but I was at home there. I'm still working toward saying that here. Sometimes I can almost catch a glimpse of what it would be like to be content with NJ, but so far the feeling has been fleeting. I want to be home again.