"Hate" is pitching it a bit strong.

OK, I don't really *hate* Boston. I was born there, for one thing, and I'm a big Sox fan, for another. I'm a certified Masshole; I grew up in Arlington and Acton. But after high school, I moved to Manhattan. I've hardly set foot off the island since hauling my Woody Allen VHS tapes here in 1997.

I'm moving back to Beantown in September to start a fiction program at BU, and I'm fucking terrified. This blog will chronicle my efforts to bear up.