-Getting home, I put the last of my belongings back into my closet. Grateful my roommate Gladys decided to keep everything the way it was, including my room. I opened my bedroom door and seen my old drafting table sitting there… I made me tear up a bit. I didn’t think I would miss possessions as much I have this table. My father bought me this table. During my first year at MIT. It has his initials carved underneath it. I run my hand over the top. My last project still sitting there, unfinished.
I would have liked to spend more time in NOLA but my old life was calling me back. I needed the comfort and familiarity of my friends. I decide to email Jerica and let her know I arrived safely and I still wish some connection with them. They are after all still my family and I think we all deserve to know what happened and how to move on from here.
Going back out into the living room, I sit, starring at the Boston skyline. So many memories… good and bad… but one thing I will miss is the sweet sounds of jazz and brass that filled the warm night air. I receive a text from some of my MIT friends asking me to join them for a drink later. I ask for a rain check. It was such a long journey. Maybe tomorrow I reply. Instead I go into the bathroom for a long hot shower to wash away the travel dirt and sit at my table to work on the piece I left behind.-