It's been some time since I've gotten the chance to sit down and come here to write.
Work has been weighing my spirits down, and despite the warming weather, it's just so tiring to enter each day like a battle. When does this chapter end?
This time last year I was in Boston with my best friends, trying to catch a cab outside of Fenway, watching the clock turn from 1:59 to 3am. This year we've no plans to get together yet, with our disparate lives and loves looming over each of us, wanting our time.
Baseball season is near, and that is a good thing. This season I'll be going to at least 12 games, the first of which is in early May. Early May seemingly so near. Where will it find me, (besides in the midst of allergy season)?