It was time to move once more, but this time not for me. I awoke on the floor of dear Ms. Amanda Cuoco, conveniently located in RB's new suite at Emerson. It was time for the Biebers to arrive on campus so we could unload and unpack, and so we did. I must admit, the whole bit was chaotic at first, because blessed Rebecca was not only moving in herself and her stuff for the semester, but all of mine as well. Hours into the process, we eventually stuffed every nook and cranny with our junk and thanked Providence for the fact that she got a room bigger than a closet this year. There was even enough room on the floor for a twin-sized air matress for me to sleep on. Why, thank you, RB!
In the evening after dinner, some of us (aka Guy Ben-Aharon, the Israeli invalid) decided that we just had too much energy and we needed to burn it off. Leaving RB in her dorm to cuddle with the latest episode of Mad Men, Guy and I walked around the Charles River. It was gorgeous. It was peaceful, kinda. It was also 8 miles before we got back to the dorm. Never in my life do I think I've walked this much. Thank God for my new tennis shoes (shout out to Champs Employee of my Life, Jori Sposito). After this day, nothing would be better than to snuggle up and watch I Love You, Man with some friends. Duh. So we did. And as I shared the love of totes mah gotes and Joben, I thought of all the wonderful people back home who shared this with me. And confession: I missed you.
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