You know, maybe before I had the absolute genius idea of moving to the Eastcoast, where some of the harshest weather conditions in America abide, I would at least have the grain of common sense to buy a water proof jacket. For the past 3 days it has been nothing but teardrops from heaven - tons and tons of droplets. I have gone through every single winter/fall/spring coat I have, and halfway through every single of my walks I get that unpleasant dampness that goes straight to my bones in this frigid Boston weather. And I had the other awesome idea of getting rid of my rain boots after Freshman year - when Boston conveniently had a dry spell. Don't worry, it was saving up for the past 2 years when it all came down on me. Now my Mizunos are soaked through too. I feel a cold coming through.
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.