Marriott Nostalgia

So here I am, back in a Marriott, though in a different city, back on the same cheesy broadband connection, back in the same misshapen chair that doesn’t fit under the same uncomfortable desk with the same Gideon Bible and Book of Mormon, where I used to spend my evenings working on BOTD prior to Automattic. Even my clothes are the same.

Some things are different: my phone, my luggage, my giving a shit about my job, my being glad to be here.


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