today is one of those days.
it’s been raining for over forty eight hours.
my shoes and heart feel a bit heavy.
i can’t seem to figure out how to go about making advances with a boy in my acting class. or whether he swings for my team. (and isn’t that one of womankind’s greatest challenges?)
i know that my dog is wondering why i haven’t walked in through the door in over ten days. and that hurts my heart a little bit
and this is the point in all of my crazy adventures that i’d be packing up ready to go home. but this time i’m not. this is a one way trip to something better.
but that being said, i’m all out of sorts.
i love boston. i really do. any city that allows for the wearing of trench coats in late june is a winner in my heart.
but sometimes i wonder where the missed glance and grins toward the direction of cute men on the t will get me anywhere.
sometimes i wonder when it will feel like home. when i hopefully get a job at a bakery? when i finally get myself a puppy of my dreams? when a lovely boy on the subway might walk my way? when i actually have my own room and bed in which to sprawl out? when the leaves turn crimson and i can walk arm in arm with someone special?
who knows. that’s all a part of the adventure.
but i do know that i’m inching towards home slowly but surely in my trench coat.