TalkingInMySleep
Wow. 8 years. 1 job. 4 promotions. 3 apartments. 3 relationships. 1 engagement. 1 death. 2 births. And she is moving on.
It's such an odd feeling. No more "tall americano with no room for milk" in the AM. No more Beacon Street. No more Green Line. No more homeless Michael in the park. No more Pilates on Wednesday. No more blue bowls at Cactus in the summer. No more deep fried calamari. No more Mariott Cafe after a day at Copley. No more running along the Charles. No more 33, Caprice, and China town. No more xyz@bankofthedevil.com
No more. Just no more Boston.
But plenty. And I mean plenty more to look forward to in my city by the sea. And that no one can take away from me.
It's such an odd feeling. No more "tall americano with no room for milk" in the AM. No more Beacon Street. No more Green Line. No more homeless Michael in the park. No more Pilates on Wednesday. No more blue bowls at Cactus in the summer. No more deep fried calamari. No more Mariott Cafe after a day at Copley. No more running along the Charles. No more 33, Caprice, and China town. No more xyz@bankofthedevil.com
No more. Just no more Boston.
But plenty. And I mean plenty more to look forward to in my city by the sea. And that no one can take away from me.
Faith. It's back. Everything happens for a reason.
"She was crazy for you
and now she's part of something that you lost.
and now she's part of something that you lost.
For all you know this could be,
the difference between what you need and what you want to be"
the difference between what you need and what you want to be"
Always a reason. Because, really, what do you know?
posted by Chiquita Banana @ 1:01 AM
2 comments
2 Comments:
It's a total high in a top-of-the-roller-coaster-and-i-may-get-sick- kind of way.
wow...wow...wow!
I MISS Providence/Boston like crazy!
Though yes...i agree, this "city by the sea" has an exclusively irreplaceable charm.
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