in my mp3 player... Ben Harper "Sexual Healing" How happy am I that I ripped all these songs for Brandon? Now that I'm stuck-- every CD I own tucked alphabetically onto shelves 500 miles South.   on the page... Veterans Benefits Administration Claims Processes work can be such... work.   clad in... Brandon's elephant boxers and white polo t-shirt   fueled by... red wine and bluefish with brie and grapes for dessert   number of pages that compose my to-do list... 2+   new leaves... I told Todd I was dining with Ann and Joanne in the Leather District tonight. It used to be on my list of things I wouldn't talk about. It made him wonder if I was writing him the message from Sydney, Australia.   home, but... There is always this feeling I get, about 5 hours after landing in Boston, when I realize that I'm not home, but that for the last 5 hours I've been thinking I am home. It's almost an unnerving realization to feel so completely comfortable in a city where I don't hang my hat. Knowing where every road leads, what to expect at every turn. No tingly pinpricks of excitement at a sparkling skyline. Just a place. Like home, but not home. Where I know area codes by geography. And where to go for the best cup of coffee. And just generally that I could go anywhere and see anything without ever getting lost.