Didn't take long for me. . .

to see the snow fall and cover Boston in a blanket of white.
to rejoin life at the library.
to be late to finance class.
to slip on black ice.
to hear someone criticize me for being "conservative."
to be amazed at how much love I have for my classmates.
to look up from my computer and realize I've been working for 10 hours on one project.
to feel sad about the pervasive discontentedness of most everyone I meet here.
to wake up at 5 am praying for their salvation.
to feel overwhelmed by how much work I have to do.
to start worrying about where I'll work.
to remember why I came to Boston in the first place.