Boom, I'm gone

The weather in the Boston area is unseasonably warm, wet, and windy. Low, damp little clouds blowing across the sky. I'm sitting on the 2F of a farmhouse, windows open, and a breeze rushes across my leg as it props up the computer. The air smells of the old house's must, and also of grass from outside. This bedroom, double the size of my entire Nezu apartment, echoes from the sound of my typing, my Dad's voice downstairs, and the wind blowing through the trees outside.

On the flight here I couldn't rest--I thought a lot about Japan, my life, and what I want to do. I miss my friends in Japan very much. Where would I like to work? What job would I like to do? What is my goal for the future?

I don't know--except, I know, in the next 15 minutes my goal is to sleep. I've been up for 27 hours.

Coming soon: blog future, blogging as a coping mechanism, and "Reconstruction in MA"

PS More about Massachusetts.