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I've taken a vacation this week and thought it would be apropos to introduce you to the new home I have finally gotten adjusted to, and from which I am taking my leave.

South Boston is great. Great running, great accents, and so close to what I refer to as the rotary of death - a stretch of road that connects me to Dorchester, Cambridge, downtown Boston, work in Newton and the beautiful, winding Charles River. Though Charles Village in Baltimore is a close second, it's the most neighborhood-y place I feel I've ever lived.

I'll not be blogging while I spend time with family and friends this week. Actually, I've been in a bit of a blogging lull if you haven't noticed, which I feel is justified by the number of total posts I've put in so far this year - more than any in years 2008-2012, and we're not even half way through the calendar.

And while blogging has brought me much, particularly in the way of helping me to be more introspective this year, the outcome of that introspection allowed me the ability to recognize that, at this moment, it's time to push outward. If this were The Perks of Being a Wallflower, I would be participating. But it's not, and I'm just putting one flip-flopped foot ahead of the other.