the other day i was sitting in my bed, smelling my new ikea lingonberry candle, stomach full of “swedish” cinnamon rolls. and i started shaking a bit.
my whole body was buzzing, not even from my new-found caffeine addiction.
or high fructose corn syrup lovingly dolloped atop the cinnamon rolls.
i was just so overcome with how fantastic everything is.
dear my beloved boston/broston,
it is may.
you should not be 48 degrees outside . weather that is overcast, gloomy, and not conducive to bike rides over the charles is a major bummer.
i should not have to wear thick socks around my apartment. or daydream about hot showers. or still have to use my electric blanket.
i am begging you. please warm up soon?
you’re making me so homesick that i’ve spent many nights sitting in my college’s gym sauna that mocks my homeland’s warmth. and buying anything that is orange scented or flavored.
i’ve been waiting since last july to wear my bright green swimsuit.
and have sassy dance beach parties listening to bridgitte bardot.
and drink sangria on my stoop with friends. because stoop sangria is the best kind of sangria.
get your act together, okay?
sincerely,
me.
listening to laura marling on repeat. especially this jam. and this one.
going on the this website and getting lost for a few hours. i don’t know how people can waste so much time scrolling through tumblr when this website exists.
wearing the flats my big brother picked me out for christmas, all silvery and bow’d and perfectly sized for my monster feet.
the rustle of the green line trains underneath my chair.
bright green peacoat and happy scarf, all nestled in my favorite part of the library that overlooks the common. on a friday afternoon, when it’s less social, more quiet, more conducive to listening to my favorite sub-genre of music, “pissed off english chicks”, and entering writing contests.
i am the happiness. this is my spot.
nom to your heart’s content on some maple-apple oatmeal and iced coffee. watch your favorite, most romantic, creepiest episodes of “twilight zone” under your electric blanket boyfriend. yell at your laptop screen, screeching “SANDRA, DON’T EFFING PUT YOURSELF INTO SUSPENDED ANIMATION!” until your heart breaks for commander douglas stanfield in “the long morrow”. feel the love from the lovely street art in your ‘hood. luv u 2, central square. luv u 2.
after bike riding from cambridge to boston in your happiest dress, getting called “best dressed biker” by a spandex-clad old man, and getting clay (?!?!?!don’t ask ??!?) out of the headphone jack from your iphone, make your film acting debut. make sure to take your direction to fall in the middle of boston common as seriously as possible. you are a method actor after all, and if comes down to covering yourself in mud, then mud it shall be. eat and bond with your valentine’s date of choice, a tofu burrito larger than most newborn babies. bike back to cambridge and daydream about making out with some cute, bespectacled nerd in your favorite, most romantic, creepy little alcove on harvard’s campus (do we see a theme here?).
enjoy your valentine’s dinner with your favorite smarty pants, jane, at dudley coop. think about how it reminds you of your hippie dippie year of vegan food and composting at new college of florida. admire their knick-knacks and stumble upon your favorite poem in their potty. watch as a pacifist knife-fight breaks out between courses. remember why valentine’s day is the best day ever. 
clever.
smores.
dances. 
amen. 
novel.
“teaparty”.
twirly.
roar.
{yule ball 2011, emerson college. with my favorite quidditch cheerleaders. i’m not kidding}
bike rides to harvard square. long eyelashes on boys. cramped apartments full of my favorite people. mustard-yellow anything. fish and chips in dive bars. mouthing the words to the movie “hook”. yule balls at school. petting dogs that don’t belong to me when their owners aren’t looking. talking to and making face at babies that don’t belong to me when their parents aren’t looking. having two days off work. quidditch team bonding nights. buying picture books for best friends. santa coming to work (i know him!! i know him!!) the end of finals= reading children’s books all day. sleeping 11 hours last night. talking to girls on the subway about knitting and yarn. hearing that my best friend might have thrown her back out last night because she was laughing too much.
how about you?
all i want…
a big mug of burdick’s hot chocolate.
a big bowl of popcorn.
a stack of twilight zone dvds.
a puppy to be miraculously placed in my lap.
time to explore my favorite parts of broston.
someone to make my lips red each morning.
more squirrel friends.
i think those are achievable goals, right?
so i had the lovely pleasure to have not one, but two friends (i has two friends?) visit me this week! we feasted, pranced, and caused mayhem around the boston-cambridge area. i ate enough to hate myself, realized the magic of red lipstick, and had a squirrel get all up in my grill.
in short, my little flame of love for boston had been rekindled. i will not lie, since my bike was stolen and then two weeks later my iphone was literally grabbed from my hands* i had been feeling quite downcast about the status of my relationship with boston. for a week or two i really couldn’t find myself staring starry-eyed at the changing leaves, and i really only felt safe when i was safely in the emerson library, where i’ve basically been living since these events.
but there really is nothing like watching your friends experience boston for the first time. and it’s in that moment that a bunch of hoodlums really can’t take away your real love for a city.
*it was a two-high-school-boy operation. one distracted me by asking for the time while the other came up from behind and stole it. i ran after them and luckily the police was right next door so i got them to run after them. they caught one kid (that didn’t have my phone), but not the other that physically had my phone. but here’s the best part, i got to yell at the little ruffian! i did it in a very classy matter, but i really taught him a lesson. it was great, which is mostly why i am not too upset about it in general. yelling is awesome, guys. especially when you’re a typically docile creature, like i am.
guys, i feel like i’ve been lying to you.
i know you all think boston is just a bunch of cheap coffee, crunchy leaves, and academia, but in reality…this is the most typical part in boston:
phew. glad that’s off my leg chest.
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