The grass is always greener on the other side. When you're in, you want out. When you're out, you want in. When you're in with another, you want out just so you can be sipping that warm bowl of soup. But once you begin drinking too much warm soup, you yearn to change that taste on your buds, and so you work towards having pasta instead. Note, it is a want, not a need.

Could it possibly be, that that warm bowl of soup was simply a stepping stone of four years? Another thought, perhaps pasta was designed and perfected just to suit your wants and needs? Does that warm bowl of soup simply comfort you enough so you would be alright upon returning to consuming pasta? Does pasta satiate your hunger? Pasta is sufficient in every way to keep you alive.

You had your choice written all over that warm bowl of soup, then pasta, then that bowl of soup, then pasta again. Your decision switched as fickle as the food that kept its presence before you, served in golden platters on your table. I wasn't surprised when you told me your tongue felt burned.

And so, do you need a warm bowl of soup you were complacent for, or the pasta you're digging your fork into?

Because if you need a warm bowl of soup, it would be best to have you go to Boston, into a new town to leave it all behind, where you would start a new life, where you would start it over, where noone knew your name, where you would see the sunrise.