Finally, during a conversation with A. and he said something that sparked my memory - the spot that held the password opened up and I finally figured it out.
In two weeks, I get to go home. I am so happy about it that I don't even know where to begin to explain it.
No snow storms or anything for Boston - I'm not sure if my job will be bringing me back here this winter; they've mentioned it, sort of. In the sense of "Well, we can give them a few months in the office to get into the routine of things without you, and possibly bring you back out for a refresher course for them around January or February. I hope not. I don't want to serve another four month sentence here. I am so ready to go home.
Mood: Anxious
