Home.

Just last week (or was it two weeks ago?) I came home.

Seeing old friends, going out often, having a very good time in general, pigging out on copious amounts of food... a vacation I will very much enjoy.

Whatever the crapiness of the 'system' here, whatever the 'danger' of going out at night is, whatever the stresses of 'life' are, it's still home. Screw complaining about things we can't change; life is in front of us, why bother?