I wanted to hurry back to Boston for a few reasons, mainly to get settled back into routine. Vacation is nice, but if it lasts too long you tend to forget that there is a real life waiting for you when you get home. I felt myself getting to that point, so I was sad to leave my family, but happy to get back. The moment I stepped off the plane it was non-stop. Home to drop off my bags, off to the beach (well that was the intention until we noticed my friend's car had been broken into), off to get the window fixed, then to lunch, home to shower and on the the Boston Pops dress rehearsal performance at the Esplanade. I woke up early the next morning to watch the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean, on to breakfast, barbeque, and then 5 hours in the rain to watch the infamous Boston Fireworks show over the Charles. It was incredible, I felt like 5 year old giggling with excitement at all of the new and innovative fireworks that I saw . . . parachuters? jellyfish? It's madness. I finally got home at about 12:30 last night, and woke up this morning with the anxiety of my much put off to do list. Welcome back to life.