It's been a moment since I was on the hills of Allegheny College, a stone skip away from the smooth-around-the-edges cauldesac of Haven Road: Wellesley, Massachusetts. What tempid changes afflicted over the month of May; what personality reformed shaking my foundation on the plane ride to Boston? Such a drastic shift of scenery and of atmospheric pressues that maybe I'm not such a delicate Rosebud afterall.
But somewhere between the tumbleweeds that roam the boarders of Meadville's Walmart parking lot and that parking lot down the street, where I gazed stoned and dismayed at the officer who rattled on my car window with nothing to say, must be me.
I don't really care about definiton though, I just want a place to call home.
-Dann
