The Weather and An Obituary
Boston was cold last week; temperatures struggled to reach a high in the low sixties each day, and when it finally got to be 72 Sunday I was happy to walk around in a tee shirt and jeans without a jacket again. It's May. It's May. It's late May and I want to know why I still get chilly outside regularly. I love everything this town and its awesome opportunities, but the weather is just bad. And now that I'm out of the Relationship with the guy that convinced me the weather was worth all that Boston has to offer, I hope my resolve to stay here sticks with me.

When I moved to Boston 9 months ago, I started dating a friend of mine, Ryan. He was just as much in love with the city as I was, and taught me a lot about it. In fact, it was he who convinced me that I wasn't going to be able to leave this wonderful place right after grad school. Thanks to him, my plans have changed to include Boston in my life for at least the next several years. He's a great guy.

Last Wednesday morning, sometime around 9am, we laid our romantic Relationship to rest. It had a peaceful sort of ending, the kind we can all only hope for. There were some rough spots right at the last, but we knew when it was time just to let it go. I will remember that Relationship as one of the great ones, possibly the best. It had a full life, some good times, and its passing has been remarked upon by many. Yes, we were all sad to see it go, especially Ryan and I. But it was called home to the place where all relationships must one day go. So don't cry or be sad for it; instead, burn some CD's or eat Indian food in remembrance of it, as the Relationship would have wanted you to do when it was still with us. Mine and Ryan's Relationship is survived by Ryan and I, who hope to continue our friendship.