Boston girl, too

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Boston, Massachusetts

And so, in the end, the Boston Girl didn’t drag out her battered tour guide at all today, opting instead for the ultimate self indulgence — a hair cut at a city salon, even springing for a taxi to and fro. Munched on leftover pizza, packed and basically just chilled out a bit on an otherwise rainy, dreary day.

Boston will always be here. And with any luck, I will be again. It’s been a good trip. And in less than six hours, I will walk out the heavy oak door (the one with the lion knocker; the one that knocked me down the steps shutting behind me on my first day of work), step into a cab, and head for the airport.

I’ve always said that self-portraits clue me in to how I’m feeling, and this one definitely does.

I have a sneaking suspicion the Boston Girl is coming with me.

Music: Natural One by Folk Implosion (lyrics)

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