back to boston today. i felt bad for the lady i sat next to on the bus because i could tell i was snoring smh. the bus driver got us back in a little over 3 hours. he did his thing, and he was funny as hell. before we left, the first thing he said on the intercom was “does anyone know how to get to boston?” lmaoo. dad picked me up with uncle dave to my surprise. i filled them in on the trip as we drove home. at home i saw mom, aunt yiren, ta, and bagel. i was so happy to see bagel. we went on a walk, then i fed him. i ate curry while talking to aunt yiren and uncle dave about carhartt and the 9/11 museum.
it felt good to be back home, yet i’m still eager to get back out there.
-ratha, 6:11pm, 3.13.22