I can’t believe I’m back within these four walls. I’d done the thing. I got out. I saw the light. And somehow, on my own volition, I’m right back where I started.

A true romantic, I try to find the sentimental of being trapped within these four walls. Look for spots in the endless grey that spark nostalgia. But you need good times for nostalgia. Or times at all for that matter.

It’s not like I ...