C O N V E R G E

I miss Boston. I’m sure I’ve said it before. I miss walking to the train station, even if I was closed off in my world with headphones. People are more interesting to watch in mass transit. I won’t be seeing any snow this November here. Or people shoveling their driveways. I think I miss is mostly because that was the one time I really embraced solitude. I enjoyed it. I loved it. It felt great in a weird way to just not know anyone. Even the bars I would frequent, I never knew the bartenders. I knew my co-workers, but they only knew I was from California. I never really explained why I left, I just said I was tired of California. I knew I’d be back though, because I still called this home. Once in awhile though, I’d like to just forget everything. Go back to when I needed very little. I ate. I slept. I worked. The bare minimum. Just enough to be considered alive.

It’s easy to forget how much simpler this could all be.