Can You Stay For Dinner?
Something about Manhattan only being three and a half short hours away from Boston made me sure I wasn’t moving far away from home. It wasn’t Seattle, like last time. It wasn’t even Philadelphia, like the time before. Or Rome, like that other time. In November, when I hammered my thumb to the wall for the final time in the move-in process, I told my mom I’d be home soon. And I was, for Christmas.