He was my last tie to the life I had in Boston. Not that I don't still have ties there, but as long as he was here, that life wasn't quite over. There was always the
As I was driving back from the airport I got hit in the solar plexus with this scream of "GOOD GOD, MAN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
It's not the first time. But it was by far the worst time.
I know that this is where I need to be right now to accomplish the things that I want to accomplish, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier to think about the people I left in Boston who used to be just a T ride away.
So if you've not figured it out, I'm a little sad at the moment. I think it'll go away once the unpacking is done. Once this feels like a bedroom instead of just a room. Thank Jeebus for technocowboy and lonespiritwolf2 and sisterthemoon and centerfire and missmelysse and esmerel and goldenlily and wshappell and tarotchan. With them here it will at least make the whole adjustment easier.
I miss you Boston.
In my mind I'm going to Quincy Market.
Can't you hear the food court?
Can't you just smell the harbor?