I ate meat for the first time in over eight years yesterday. It was OK. Funny the main thought I had while considering whether to or not to was about my identity. i, like many others, who dont (didnt i guess now) eat meat, feel as if it became part of my identity and that I lost it but not really that big of a deal. like a little quirk or something. it felt childish, and, surprise, im still me. this is the second day back from visiting what was once my home after moving 1000 miles away. it doesnt feel like home anymore. Thats probably just me in my head but, besides seeing the people I love there, I feel no sentimental value towards it. in my mind its just a place now, visiting it again felt almost alien to me. Ill probably start missing it again and begin the cycle of romanticizing it falling back into the longing to to return but.. nothing beat the sense of relief I felt once arriving back to my new home. it feels like me, it feels like my partner. kinda cool. Eating granola.