Winter Break
I had just come back from Boston, which was fully frozen over and dingy with salt and grime. We had dinner. Let's go somewhere soon, I said. For winter break. It's February. It's been so cold, so icy. And it's late to do it but we could get a flight. We could go to Puerto Rico. Bad Bunny wants us to go. We could even go to Europe. It's too much money and flying but whatever. We don't go anywhere. We're a loving family. We have a housesitter. Let's go somewhere fun and interesting where we always wanted to go. And they spoke amongst themselves at the dinner table, and I listened as every place I wanted to visit was eliminated as too far, or too boring, or logistically difficult, until they came suddenly to a delicate consensus, and they chose...Boston.