I just got back from a 3 day trip in Boston yesterday morning. I have a bunch of pictures, tons of stories that I would like to share with you guys.
But my family does not even want to hear about it. They don't ask about it. They don't care about it. Whereas I'm pretty sure in the next few days they will do it to their oldest, most loved, genius daughter.
But I am not their daughter. In fact, I just knew them 10 months ago. I am no one here.
So, what the heck.
I feel like running away from my own life during this time.