In otherwords, I am in love with Troy. I am in love with the architecture (victorian), I am in love with seeing gads of people on the street, milling about and being... well, people. I can't even begin to describe the joy I had sitting down in Famous Lunch and having a burger with grease dripping off of it, and having "Zippy Fries" (think fries covered by a sloppy joe- not something I'll probably have again, but worth having).
I feel... grounded. I feel... emplaced. I love places. But this already feels homey. I slept like a log last night, despite being on the floor. I'm comfortable here. Very comfortable.
This may seem like one of those vapid "this is what I did today" posts, but read closely, this is an insight into my character.
I love Troy.