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a goodbye letter to Boston
it’s not you, it’s me
you know that book made into Netflix rom com To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before? the one where Lara Condor writes letters to her crushes and her little sister actually mails them out because she thinks her older sister needs to get a BF/life? (also subsequently propelled Noah Centineo to fame as the “King of Netflix RomComs” — thanks, Dana, for dubbing him this).
well, I used to do that same thing. but I was never so dumb as to actually address the letters or tell anyone else about them — they stayed safely in the wide-ruled composition book I called a diary.
wtf does that have to do with my move [back] to California?
a lot, actually. I’ve been staring at the screen for 30 minutes, trying to process my emotions enough to put them into words. I haven’t really faced the fact that I’m leaving the city I’ve called home for the past 6 years or the many people I’ve been lucky enough to call my friends, teachers, students, co-workers, partners, and managers.
that is what I do best though—avoid things until they come to a head.
