Am i home yet?

I can't stop traveling. I just came back from a mini - trip to NYC hosted by the gracious Jessica in her swanky bachelor pad. It was quite exciting to meet so many people i read daily at the little party - that for most of the night i was lost for words - however, i still woke up with a sore throat from all the talking (ahem, yelling). I ended up catching the Chinatown bus to Boston at around one o'clock, but i nearly missed it. It turns out tickets are now $15 (i was outraged) and they don't take credit cards. I offered to give the guy the eleven bucks as collateral for my future ticket but he assured me that there would be a place for me on the bus. Ofcourse by the time i found an ATM and got the much needed cash the guy had sold out the tickets. I was able to politely remind him that he promised me a ticket and surprisingly he gave in and let me on the bus, i was the last one on. There's a reason people want to get on the bus first. As soon as i sat down in the back of the bus i noticed a strange smell - something between stale urine and raw fish. The only thing that could have made it worse was the bumper to bumper traffic. My back gave out about hour two. After the thirty hour trip from Israel, the six hour bus ride shouldn't have been a biggy, surprisingly it was.
Update: I'm definitely home, can't wait to leave.