Back in Boston (well, the American Cambridge)

On this lovely Sunday evening, sitting under a fan in my new room where I have finally (thanks mostly to my two studly roommates) moved in, I am happy. A little warmer than I'd like to be, but happy.

It seems that really, I just need some time away to appreciate being here a little more. I mean, how lucky am I? I have the best dog ever (who sat rather wonderfully at my feet while I had brunch at a restaurant near my house for 2+ hours this morning), I get to study amazing things (including screenwriting since I was accepted to the course I applied to!!!!), and I have really good friends (both here and around the world). And, since I know this is a moment in time rather than a prison sentence, I can honestly do whatever I want and deem worthy of my time for the next nine months of my Harvard/Cambridge/East Coast life.

This, my friends, is freedom. And, I think my favorite patriot, Paul Revere, would be proud of how I'm using mine.

Ace at Brunch