There are a lot of things I need to write about.
I need to finish up the Boston trip. I need to write about how on Saturday (or Friday–it’s a blur) two weeks ago today I got the call that my grandma was dying. I need to write about the funeral. I need to write about coming back to school. I need to write about the graduate school I chose.
But every time I open a blog entry to write, I feel overwhelmed. I am tired. I have too many things that need saying, and I’d rather do homework.
Once I write about it, it’ll be true. It’s stupid, because I’m not in Boston anymore, and I’ve made my decision,…Continue Reading