well it's goodbye, Boston
Hey folks! I'm sorry I've been so absent lately; if you've wondered where I was, the answer is threefold.
1. Tumblr
2. Packing up all my belongings, as I am
3. moving back to California.
I found a replacement! She's a really fun kid, my age, art student, cat owner. Her boyfriend bought me vodka for which I am eternally indebted to him, and they introduced me to their friends while eerisedda was off at conventions and the like. It was a good time, and I'm actually pretty bummed I only met them because I was leaving. But it'll be good to be home.
I have a lot of thoughts about leaving Boston. I'm... not really excited. I mean, I am, but mostly it's eclipsed by the sheer relief. These past months have been nothing but stress and frenzy even at their best, and while there have been good times, there were more bad times. I don't regret it, now that it's over, and I didn't always regret as it happened. I learned a lot of things I needed to learn. I think I'm a more capable person now. And it was good for me to be on my own for a while, as little as I enjoyed it. There's something to be said for going away to find yourself.
I don't like the thought of giving up. I don't like the unfinished business I'm leaving behind, or that I have a lot of friends I might not ever see again, or at least not for a long time. But it's not killing me. There are people I love here, some I know as well as I know pretty much anyone, some I've barely met twice. There are places I love and that have come to mean a lot to me. There are people who've helped me who don't even know it, who I couldn't possibly explain it to. And I might never meet them again, but somehow... I don't mind. I'm not quite sure how to explain it. But I've had closure in a weird way.
But I'm glad to be going home. And in a way that's how I know this is the right choice -- Boston never quite became home for me. I love this city, this coast, but I'm a west coast boy and no matter where I go that's not gonna change. I'll never love a city more than San Francisco. Not even four seasons and New York City can change that. Boston never stood a chance.
Anyway, my flight leaves at 8 tonight (less than four hours to go!) so next time you hear from me, it'll be from the other side of the country. As I said on Facebook, Boston, it's been real. Let's do this again sometime.
1. Tumblr
2. Packing up all my belongings, as I am
3. moving back to California.
I found a replacement! She's a really fun kid, my age, art student, cat owner. Her boyfriend bought me vodka for which I am eternally indebted to him, and they introduced me to their friends while eerisedda was off at conventions and the like. It was a good time, and I'm actually pretty bummed I only met them because I was leaving. But it'll be good to be home.
I have a lot of thoughts about leaving Boston. I'm... not really excited. I mean, I am, but mostly it's eclipsed by the sheer relief. These past months have been nothing but stress and frenzy even at their best, and while there have been good times, there were more bad times. I don't regret it, now that it's over, and I didn't always regret as it happened. I learned a lot of things I needed to learn. I think I'm a more capable person now. And it was good for me to be on my own for a while, as little as I enjoyed it. There's something to be said for going away to find yourself.
I don't like the thought of giving up. I don't like the unfinished business I'm leaving behind, or that I have a lot of friends I might not ever see again, or at least not for a long time. But it's not killing me. There are people I love here, some I know as well as I know pretty much anyone, some I've barely met twice. There are places I love and that have come to mean a lot to me. There are people who've helped me who don't even know it, who I couldn't possibly explain it to. And I might never meet them again, but somehow... I don't mind. I'm not quite sure how to explain it. But I've had closure in a weird way.
But I'm glad to be going home. And in a way that's how I know this is the right choice -- Boston never quite became home for me. I love this city, this coast, but I'm a west coast boy and no matter where I go that's not gonna change. I'll never love a city more than San Francisco. Not even four seasons and New York City can change that. Boston never stood a chance.
Anyway, my flight leaves at 8 tonight (less than four hours to go!) so next time you hear from me, it'll be from the other side of the country. As I said on Facebook, Boston, it's been real. Let's do this again sometime.