A few months ago my friend Sarah said, why don't you move out to Boston? I couldn't think of a good reason why not, so I said, sure thing, I'll move to Boston. So, in two weeks I'm going out there to see my friend and see what the states east of Utah are like. I don't think it's a big deal, but don't tell my subconscious because apparantly traveling to Boston is very much a big deal to it. Last night, I dreamed I was in Boston. There are maybe four or five things I've put together in my mind that make up the East Coast way of living. These are:

1. My friend Sarah.
2. Cold Boston winters unlike any cold Utah winter I've ever experienced.
3. Red brick houses like they had during the Revolutionary War.
4. Embodiment of the "J. Crew lifestyle." (another idea my brain has come up with.)

*Okay I started writing this post like two weeks ago, and this was going to be the part where I told you my Boston dream, but I can't remember a single thing about it now, only that there were plenty of J. Crew winter catalogue photo ops.*