| This change in the weather almost makes me miss being in Boston. The cool air marks the beginning of a season, of the school year. It now reminds me of being in Boston, which is nice, because the fall was the only nice time in Boston. I can remember pulling up to Emmanuel in the van my family rented, and seeing Maro walk across the quad. And the next year, moving into my apartment with two girls I had never met before, and despite living with for almost a year, never really knew at all. I miss those falls. There was always the promise that something could be different this time, that things might be better, people might be more interesting. And for a while, it was. I'd make new friends out of nowhere, and then something would change as the season wore on, something that shut all the advancements out and ended up repeating the previous year. And even though moving hasn't worked in the past, I'm hoping that this year will be different. |
