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"  You know what&amp;#039;s awesome? Wi-Fi on the train. That&amp;#039;s what&amp;#039;s awesome. I&amp;#039;m heading back to my childhood home for the weekend, probably for the last time before the parents take off for Florida next month. I mean, I probably could come go home again between now and then, but given that I can only take my mother in small doses every so often, I&amp;#039;m guessing that isn&amp;#039;t going to happen. Before I get into my contradictory feelings for my parents, though, I have news! Last night, after some agonizing deliberation, (and by deliberation I mean re-watching the season finale of So You Think You Can Dance on TiVo for the third time, eating three cupcakes, and making a pros/cons list during the commercials) I decided \u2026 drum roll \u2026 to take the field producer job! The pros included travel, less time spent working directly with Brad (and Serena), no more 3:00 a.m. shifts, and amping up my resume. My cons list included my dislike for change, mostly, and okay, I admit it, maybe a little bit of missing Brad. That just told me I made the right decision, though. I won&amp;#039;t be officially starting until October 1, which gives me a month to interview candidates to replace me (Pfff, who can replace me?!) and to train him or her. Back to the parents. Dr. DeSimone and I discussed what I should start doing when my mother starts acting nutty and decided that it would be better for me to journal the experience and then analyze the triggers later and see where we might improve upon it the next time. Should I just send her a link to my blog? ;) Little Brother and I have talked at great length about how we feel about them moving. We both pretty much agreed (and this is going to sound really awful), that we aren&amp;#039;t actually going to miss them very much. His relationship with them is less complicated than mine, but it&amp;#039;s still pretty complicated. Plus, The Whiner (Mrs. Little Brother) hates my mother with the fire of a thousand suns. Our old home is another story. I&amp;#039;ve always loved the old Victorian style of it, with the bay windows and the tower to the right of the porch. LB and I transformed the basement into our own two-bedroom apartment when we were teenagers, only coming upstairs for food and soda, and staying up all night talking about what we were going to do when we were old enough to move out. He wanted to be a fireman, I wanted to be a dancer.  It always amazes me how different my life now is than the one I imagined for myself as a kid. It never occurred to me that I wouldn&amp;#039;t be married by now, or that I&amp;#039;d be working in TV news. It also never occurred to me that I&amp;#039;d actually like the very different life I carved out for myself. But I do, rough patches aside.  Let&amp;#039;s see how long it takes Mom to kill this buzz. Posted at 7:19 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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