Midori, sans liqueur.

More and more, being in Boston feels like being home - The people, the places, the life. I’m half still freaking out over the passport situation because the physical book is STILL not in my hands yet, but I’m okay if only because I’m here with friends. (I know, I know. Whip out the Kleenex, folks.)

This week has been a mishmash of stressful work situations and unfortunate life situations, but the squeezed in dinner dates and meet ups in NJ, NY, MA, you name it, have been SO worth it. You kids are fantastic. 

Time to buckle down now, though. Work time.