This is my Walden. This is my self-reliance. This is ironic.
So I'm officially going to Boston- I'm still waiting on two more Boston letters, but I've already got one in my inbox that says I get a plane ticket back east to the beautiful city of Boston. And therein lies the irony. I'm going to a city, not the woods, to live a new kind of life and learn how to live on my own.
It's feeling so much more like spring now. The weather is nice enough that I can wear short socks to school every day now and I don't feel too cold, and I'm developing the annual glasses tan-- and those are sure signs of spring. We're also all getting a little more restless. We're waiting for spring break to start or classes to end or for just this one math class to finally be over so we can go outside in the wind again. We're waiting for something to happen.
March is the month of waiting.
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