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oh yeah... Cambridge.

It's really weird to be back some place i used to spend so much time. I've been much more comfortable than I thought I'd be. While I was here, I was under such a high level of emotional and mental stress that I never really acknowledged that I was okay. Maybe not always happy, but always safe.

Walking around the streets of Cambridge, unexpected memories have been flooding back to me. Not even super significant things just this acknowledgement that SO MUCH happened here. Countless life changes. Long opinion-altering conversations. There were so many reasons I would ditch whatever I was doing and go on a long walk. Or so many times over the summer we'd find ourselves trekking it across the city. There are so many restaurants and hole-in-the-wall stores i'd forgot about. So many personalities. So many hidden side-streets and beautifully decaying buildings.

I'm glad I had enough time away from this place to be able to appreciate it as a home i had.

It is exceedingly difficult not to smoke here though.

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