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Land of the frozen bean
Aug. 12th, 2004 09:34 amAs of Tuesday evening, Ry and I live in Cambridge, MA.
As of yesterday evening, Ry's felt like he's home: we have a net connection.
As of this morning, I feel like I'm home: I made my first cup of tea.
("Home" in no way precludes the intense feelings of being misplaced, missing badgerhaus denizens, or Philadelphia.)
More to follow, when the computer isn't one of Ry's, balanced precariously on a bookshelf amidst a pile of empty boxes, cables, wires, extension cords, and blinking lights on a myriad of modems, routers, phones, etc.
As of yesterday evening, Ry's felt like he's home: we have a net connection.
As of this morning, I feel like I'm home: I made my first cup of tea.
("Home" in no way precludes the intense feelings of being misplaced, missing badgerhaus denizens, or Philadelphia.)
More to follow, when the computer isn't one of Ry's, balanced precariously on a bookshelf amidst a pile of empty boxes, cables, wires, extension cords, and blinking lights on a myriad of modems, routers, phones, etc.