Home Again

Sunday, February 21, 2010
9:20 PM  Boston.

In honor of Stephanie's 21st birthday, I am in Boston this weekend.  As I write this, she is sitting on her bed, deleting unattractive pictures of herself from her camera.  I don't really feel like blogging.  I'm faking it.  (Sorry, does that ruin it for you?)  But I told myself I would blog on all the days I have off from work, and this day is one of them.  One of the few.  You know the story.

Anyway, because I'm an awesome sister and because I SO needed a break, I took a train from NYC to Boston yesterday after work.  I wound up getting into Boston at 10:30 (an hour and a half later than planned) because the train was running late, but as soon as I stepped out into the cool night air by Back Bay Station I was giddy.  Seriously.  Like a child.  There's something about Boston that makes me want to kiss every drunk sorority girl, homeless man, and Red Sox fan I see.

And so I've spent the past 24 hours feeling more relaxed and happy than I've felt in a long time.  I don't know if it's the good memories I associate with this place or the city itself, but I need to live here again someday.  NEED.

And when I'm a huge, successful writer I'll be able to live anywhere I want, so I think that works quite nicely.

Love,
Tara