|The last time I saw the |
Little did we know that those were the good times. The salad days.
Boston might have seemed a warmer climate from afar, but up close it's soul felt chilled to the bone.
And yet, after a year of pain and misery, it has thawed.
Yesterday the sun shone. It glinted off trees, leaves shimmering gold and green, sparkling in the light. I walked down roads I knew. Haunted areas that felt, if not like home, at least familiar. I had my bearings. I had my place.
|My current path|
When the time comes I will not be sad to leave this place. But now, I can say I will miss it. At least I've got that.