Ch, Ch, Ch, Changes

The past week has seen a major transformation in my life. Going from a care free, flip-flop wearing student to a hosiery wearing, morning train taking Easterner. In a moment of self-reflection on Monday (about 26 hours after touching down), I realized just what I'd become. I had taken the 6:30 train home and was standing in front of the basement refrigerator, digging around for something to drink, with my dress shirt undone and a cross and medallion hitting my wife beater while I yelled at the kids becuase they were making me late for my Yankees-Sawks viewing. Apparently, the East Coast version of myself is Henry Hill.