All I want is to have my peace of mind.

Well, my move back to Cambridge was completed yesterday, in predictably spastic fashion. Two buses, one bacon and egg cheese sandwich, one flaming garbage can, one wrong turn in Connecticut by the driver, and one supremely embarassing moment in the subway, and I have arrived. Insurance agents everywhere should be nervous.

Just to be specific, I set a garbage can on fire with a cigarette butt and then my 100 pounds of luggage and I got stuck in the revolving door exit of the Central Square T station.

But, I made it.