Just Like Honey
I am watching a clip from Lost in Translation - you know, THE clip from Lost in Translation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1Gu1mhjGfQ&feature=related) - and reminiscing. I'm thinking about Boston, the dorms at 150 Tremont Street, and my flat in Limauges, Belgium (particularly the blue couch).
And then there's this scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5gmiHW4fwg&feature=related
"Let's never come here again, because it would never be as much fun."
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The Red Sox lost to the Devil Rays last night, and I'm pretty bummed about the loss. I went to Porterhouse with Will and some of his friends/coworkers to watch the game, which was fun. But I was crushed that I had to see the Sox lose in New Jersey. I wish I'd been able to see the game with Liza and company in Boston. Something about the loss wouldn't have felt so empty, had I seen it in Boston.
Now that the Sox are out of the series, my little escapist tie to my home city is lost until next season. And I suddenly feel trapped in limbo again.
At least I am starting to feel more at home in New Jersey these days. I still can't stand that we all have to drive in order to get from point A to point B. I can't stand that the subway isn't an option for transportation. I do love this place in the Fall, and I do love my home. I love being able to spend time with my mom, and I love that we are surrounded by people of diverse backgrounds here in Jersey/New York. There's so much going on, so much live music, so many art exhibits to see, so many waterfront scenes for walking and observing. I will always feel that my roots are planted equally in Boston and in Northern New Jersey. Anytime I find myself living in one place, I miss the other. What do I do with that?
And then there's this scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5gmiHW4fwg&feature=related
"Let's never come here again, because it would never be as much fun."
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The Red Sox lost to the Devil Rays last night, and I'm pretty bummed about the loss. I went to Porterhouse with Will and some of his friends/coworkers to watch the game, which was fun. But I was crushed that I had to see the Sox lose in New Jersey. I wish I'd been able to see the game with Liza and company in Boston. Something about the loss wouldn't have felt so empty, had I seen it in Boston.
Now that the Sox are out of the series, my little escapist tie to my home city is lost until next season. And I suddenly feel trapped in limbo again.
At least I am starting to feel more at home in New Jersey these days. I still can't stand that we all have to drive in order to get from point A to point B. I can't stand that the subway isn't an option for transportation. I do love this place in the Fall, and I do love my home. I love being able to spend time with my mom, and I love that we are surrounded by people of diverse backgrounds here in Jersey/New York. There's so much going on, so much live music, so many art exhibits to see, so many waterfront scenes for walking and observing. I will always feel that my roots are planted equally in Boston and in Northern New Jersey. Anytime I find myself living in one place, I miss the other. What do I do with that?