I love Boston. It’s my hometown. When we got off the plane and were driving to my sister’s house, Carey said to me, “It must be nice every time you come back here.” I said, “It’s like putting on your favorite pair of jeans. They just feel right.”

The weather is beautiful. All conversation is about the Red Sox no matter where you are. Dunkin’ Donuts coffee is freely flowing (We don’t use the S-word when talking about coffee around here). Being with my family has made me realize how much I miss them.

It’s nice to be home…