Okay. But I'll never be a Red Sox fan

So it's decided. The votes are in. The checks are tallied. The conclusion?
Boston.
As if I didn't know back in August I would be going there.
Maybe it was the absolute, bawling breakdown I had on the plane home...
or the non-stop thinking of it...
or the never taking off my BU sweatpants...
Maybe it was the fact I desperately missed my good buddy in the cafe, Gift, always making me the perfect vegetarian tofu wrap.
Either way, I always had my college answer right inside of me, or...at least, written down the side of my leg and in my scrapbook.
Yes, it's going to be hard.
No, I won't come home any time except Christmas and Summer.
Yes, I'm from the suburbs of Missouri aka hey, I live in a protected bubble.
No, I've never lived in a big city.
Yes, I'm too polite for my own good and most likely will get walked on at first.
Truth?
I can't wait.

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Stop Shoulding all over yourself

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A Near Miss

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