About that grass...
I really dislike this recent oscillation of my mental state. One day I'm thrilled to be prowling around New Breezy, the next day I am muttering incendiary obscenities under my breath about how I hate this place. Not very fun.
Don't worry, my friends assure me: "The grass is always greener on the other side."
I smile at them and agree. Unfortunately they are all too correct: The grass is greener, in Ireland.