I don’t want to leave Boston. I don’t want to have to drive if I want to go somewhere. I don’t want to have to be 5 hours away from my best friend. I don’t want to tell my mom I’m ’sleeping on the couch’. I’ve hated moving ever since I was 6, and this is no different. This is like going back in time, regressing to a period of my life that I hated.
Things I don’t want to do this summer: work, walk Lily every morning, be my mom and sister’s slave again, babysit for my mom, have to come home early, have to come home at all, see my ex(es), not see my friends
Things I want to do this summer: get as tan as I was in California, go to California, go to Newport Beach, go to Devareaux Beach, get a raspberry lime rickey, play at Perks and Starbucks, visit Meg and see my old house in Jersey, go to the Rainforest Cafe, go to Cinnabon, take Lily to the dog park, see Nine inch Nails and Janes Addiction
I CANNOT wait to give Corey his graduation present. This is the best idea I’ve ever had in my life. If all goes as planned I’ll be giving it to him Friday.
Goodbye, Boston.
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