business women in pencil skirts and tennis shoes. walks on comm. ave. the tempting of frozen lemonade in boston common. dolling myself in my sunday best for church on park street. brownstones and fenway gardens greeting me on my walk home. this noah and the whales song guiding me through the streets on repeat. catching the glances of various bros on the t. fighting the swarms of asian tourists to find myself a plot of grass to sit upon in harvard yard.
it’s really starting to feel like home.