Day (8): Boston Transit

Again, I'm moving. This time back to Boston to sleep on couches and floors. Adventures. Before we left the lovely Westfield, we grabbed breakfast with Eveanandi and Lyanne at another diner, the Jersey special. These ladies are just great. After that, it was on the road again with Biebs, Mama Biebs and RB's sister Julia Biebs. The ride was, for the most part, typically enjoyable and uneventful, aside from the discovery of challa bread (silent on that 'c'), another wonderful aspect of Jewish culture I've apparently been missing out on for the last 20 years. Once in the Boston area, the ever-giving Bieber family dropped me off at the end of the Green T line to take me into Boston. Coming up on the Emerson campus after 4 months of being away was truly glorious for me. With all it's faults and annoyances, I do actually love this place. And it was a priceless feeling to be swept up into friends arms, screaming and jumping, people who love and feel and miss deeply, during this season of my life.