Friday, November 2, 2007

Hey.

Wow. November.

Last time it was May. Stuff's happened since then, let me tell you. Or actually, let me not. Because I don't feel like it.

November is my last full month in Boston, I basically have forty-seven short days of student-dom left before packing up my new teeny little Civic and driving it to California. WHAT?! Weeks go by incredibly fast, and as of right now I'm measuring them in pages that need to be written, teeth that need to be removed, vaccines that need to be administered, midterms that need to be feebly paid attention, Thanksgivings and Christmases that need to be celebrated and I guess, coats that need to be sold? 

I'm betting that everyone who's ever been in this situation says the same thing, but I really feel like I'm almost living my life in the third person, watching all of this stuff happen and disappear before I even have a chance to react. And it's scary, but I love it, and I can't complain, because really, it's what I want to do.

I've realized this year how much of who I am is a direct result of where I've lived. The little part of me that loves a good comfort zone is constantly reminding me how much I love Boston and its proximity to everyone and everything that's wonderful and familiar. I know that when I leave, a solid chunk, if not all of my heart will stay here and initally, I thought that that might be a problem. Then I figure, heartlessness in L.A. might not be the worst thing. 

I think I'm ready. 

Oh, Livejournal. These archives ever fails to entertain. Or, incidentally, serve as particularly excellent source material for projects, not to toot my own horn or anything. Half of the stuff in here I couldn't make up if I tried. But I've already said that a million times before.

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