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Oct. 11th, 2003 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesOK, this has been rattling around in my head for most of a week now, and I'd better do something about it so I can get on with thinking about other things.
I'm scared. What happens if I can't get back to Boston again after I graduate? What happens if I can't afford to live there any more? What happens if my being co-owned by the cats becomes my having occasional visitations of the cats? What happens if I don't fit in anywhere there any more?
Things change, whether I'm there or not. I wouldn't want them not to. But the fact that I'm not there means I might not belong there any more when I want to come back, and that scares me. I liked basically everything about my life in Boston except my job and I wish I could go back to that when I'm done here.
How the bloody hell does Bill know when I need to talk to somebody? Here I was, feeling sorry for myself, and the phone rings, and it's him, and life suddenly gets better. Weirdness.
I'm scared. What happens if I can't get back to Boston again after I graduate? What happens if I can't afford to live there any more? What happens if my being co-owned by the cats becomes my having occasional visitations of the cats? What happens if I don't fit in anywhere there any more?
Things change, whether I'm there or not. I wouldn't want them not to. But the fact that I'm not there means I might not belong there any more when I want to come back, and that scares me. I liked basically everything about my life in Boston except my job and I wish I could go back to that when I'm done here.
How the bloody hell does Bill know when I need to talk to somebody? Here I was, feeling sorry for myself, and the phone rings, and it's him, and life suddenly gets better. Weirdness.
