Four years of high school. Four years of college. Three years of Richmond. And then here I am (post Chicago-Seattle-Portland-Brooklyn) in Cambridge for the next at-least-three months.
Feels weird to be here on my own. Of course it feels weird. The last three weeks of Brooklyn with Pulkit and Konya were like one long sleepover. Hanging out, eating pizza and ice cream, making drinks, going on runs. Saw a bunch of friends. Read like five books in three weeks.
Damn I miss it already.
And now here I am in Cambridge. Feels like freshman year of college all over again, trying to figure out what to do, who to hang out with, what’s going on.
Freshman year of high school I had Pulkit and Chris and all my middle school friends. Then orchestra and cross country. And eventually all us AP whatever kids getting shuffled around in the same classes.
Freshman year of college I had Austin and Gabe. And then the Cody pals and Epworth. And then APO and HackDuke.
“Freshman” year of Richmond I was worried I wasn’t going to make friends living out in the suburbs. But all the other new grads at work didn’t know anyone either and soon we had our cooking nights, our lunch table, our Gloomhaven campaigns. Pottery classes at VisArts, weekend trips to Durham and DC, weekly zoom writing group. Michelle coming to stay and run laps around Belle Isle and go out to get groceries and Gelati Celesti and Nate’s Bagels and Desi Street Food and Perly’s, and of course, Dominos.
Well in 1.5 days of Cambridge, here’s what’s going on:
- My housemate has a cat (!)
- I ran along the Charles river this morning
- I got this pork chop rice plate from Mu Lan. Best food I’ve had here already.
- Lamplighter brewery
- Not hot and sticky all the time
- Listening to the Deltarune soundtrack again (sometimes you need it)
- Going to this dim sum thingy on Sunday with people from work
- I made spaghetti
So yeah if you’re around hit me up. We can make spaghetti. (And drinks.)
