(Today’s title is brought to you by my mom, a woman who could always point out that she’s had much harder times than I ever have–illness, an unhappy marriage, miscarriages, an eventual bitter divorce–but never does.)
In my transition from a Pittsburgh life to a Boston one, I’m nowhere near where I’d like to be. In fact, I feel I’ve made very little progress from the time I landed at Logan Airport back in late June.
I’m trying to believe in this song:
(Though I will admit to lying down, listening to Adele’s “Someone Like You,” and crying a few more times than is probably healthy. Hopefully we’ll have no more of that.)
It does help to have at least one thing to look forward to in October: fiscal responsibility be damned, I’m going to California to see Hermit get married.
