burn the old dream tree

[zedsdeadbaby]

Nestled snugly between the B, C, and D lines, home suddenly is a happy place where eggs are made in the morning and Paper Mario is played. Last night was the first big social event, and I remember quite distinctly when it turned from a gathering into a party. Very satisfying. The transition into independent living has its rougher edges, but I'd be hard pressed to find a more cushiony group of people to tag along with.

(I'm in the North End listening to a parade for St. Rosalia go by.)