So i’m sitting here listening to Last.Fm which is amazing incase you cared, but “a plain morning” by dashboard confessional came on. And I was taken back to college. Freshman or Sophomore year. Which just brings me back to the whole of the five years i spent in a bubble. I dunno, sometimes i feel like i dwell on it too much but at the same time i feel as if I was yanked away. I wasn’t ready to leave. i wasn’t ready for my friends to leave. i wasn’t ready to be alone. But who ever is?
I feel like everything ended so prematurely. I tried to do too much. Before i knew it the last nights at Our House East were upon us, N was packing to go back to Minnesota, relationships were ending, friendships were faultering if only because we weren’t used to having to stay in touch. It took more effort than any of us ever had, than we thought we’d need. Facebook, myspace, email, blogs, it wasn’t enough. The friends aren’t lost, neither are the memories.
I’m trying to think about the first snow – it’s always a big deal for a girl who was born and raised in Vermont. Senior year of high school was the best, the first track meet was spent digging our track out of about a foot of snow in an area that was always shaded for some reason. But boston being blanketed by snow was a whole different experience. Trudging to Fenway Park in a foot of snow and coming back soaked from head to toe freshman year, making snow angels and snowmen in the West Village quad with my roommates sophomore year, kissing Irish and German boys in the St.Pattys Day storm of 2004 a mere month before my twentyfirst birthday, my first snow in DC – i missed the big storm of 2005, and of course the snow fun senior year – trudging to the Pru hungover in boots and sweatpants, snowball fights, and of course just watching the snow fall from my beautiful apartment. Ohhh glorious Boston, how i miss thee.
Anyhow. I can’t wait for winter. Boots, jackets, mittens, hot chocolate (not that i need snow for that), snowball fights. Gah i can’t wait to see Ellie in the snow 
That is just going to be hiiiilllarious since she’s so used to southern humidity and Lord knows what she was doing last winter when she was found as a stray. Poor pup.
But that song just reminded me of winter, boston…my college heartbreaks which don’t need to be dwelled on here because they’re over and done with and don’t matter anymore.
But happy entry. And a happy me since i’m going to try to sneak out five minutes early. SCORE!!!
Well I love that dirty water… Boston, you’re my home..
I’ll be back in ’08 I promise.
