It's so weird to think about the future. And I mean to actually think about it. Don't look at where you'll be in ten or twenty years from someone else's perspective, but from your own eyes. Keep your own shoes on and take a look. One day I'm gonna be typing something just like I am not, but there will be a ring on my left hand's ring finger. There will be someone who I truly love who I'm truly comfortable with in all definitions on the word. It's crazy - I have no idea where we'll meet, but we will. I have no idea what he'll look like, what he does for a living, what he does for fun. I'm actually going to be the one in the white dress, holding my dad's arm. And one day, I'm gonna be a mom. It'll be me changing diapers for my own baby, signing him up for T-ball, driving her to dance lessons. That will be my life, and it will be everything I want and need. Insanity, that there's more than just the here and now of my life.

I'm on the train back to Boston. The back of an office building and warehouse looks seemingly abandoned, but there's a random car. Whose is it? Why are they there on a Sunday afternoon? Are they alone? It put a strange pit in the core of my stomach, but I couldn't tell you why.