I've been in the greater Boston area for five days now. The first three nights to the west, the last two to the north. One lovely afternoon taking public transit to the awesome Map Room in the Boston Public Library for cocktails (yes, there actually IS a bar in the Boston Public Library).
We've had great tastes in many places in Belmont, Arlington, Watertown - all around my friend's new home. We've also had some wonderful social gatherings with my youngest's friends/chosen family and my husband's relatives, in spite of the rain.
Today is the Porchfest (rained out from yesterday) where we get to see my son's band playing live, followed by dinner in one of our favs in Cambridge. Then, back to my friend's new home, where we await her belongings arriving mid-week from back on the other coast. My husband will head back home in 2 days, but I'll stay on until the month changes.
I've had a mix of helping my friend get settled into her new digs, some re-writing of my short film script, and some watercoloring in the last two days. But what time is it really? Time to create? Time to write? Time to spend with my child and my friend? Time to find a new, changed life? And what will the time be like when I'm back home, after a long year of varied travel, new abundant experiences, joy, tribulations, loss and routine?
It will be time to do. Just what exactly, only time will tell. At least I hope it will.
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