All that nonsense about being odd and nervous was indeed nonsense now that I am here. Auburn is a warm armchair by someone else's fire. It is inexcusably escapist; the stepford wife of locations, somehow. There is so much to revisit, and I am excited, cash flow or no. The exhaustion is simply based in the traveling part, since I've been doing a lot lately; but the place itself is a third or fourth home by now.