Don’t you know where I am?

I never fully feel like I’m “at home” back in Winchester.
It’s just the place where I’m living and most familiar with.

Here up north, however, I feel like I’m supposed to be living here, and I don’t really know how to explain it. I can make myself at home and nothing really seems out of place.

Tomorrow begins my orientation with my new home. I really believe Boston will actually feel like a home. MINE. I could be wrong, I have been before. But sitting here in Connecticut for the past few days, I’ve had that impatient feeling like the one you’d get when you’re on a loooong car ride home and you just want to get there so you can relax. 
Except I’m just impatient for Boston.

Ooooh If only I could be this young and stupid forever.