Clearly, I'm not always full of sunshine and rainbows about my move back east.
But Boston has one thing.
Nearly every night when I walk home in the oppressive dark, I look up.
And there, beyond the tree-lined edges of my view, are stars.
After almost two years without, stars are a welcome presence. I've missed my friend Orion, and Cassiopeia's regal throne. I see the chained Andromeda, and I feel free.