It won't be so long before I see some of them again- I will get visits and I will visit them, yes, but it's still all very strange. Boston has been my home for the past EIGHT YEARS. My entire "adult" life has been here (quotations to emphasize that I'm barely sure I am an adult most days). Many happy moments, many sad. Growth, growth, growth. There's a building in Brighton I scaled in a 1950s cocktail dress for a photograph in college. There's a street in Allston paved with my first real heartbreak. There's a studio apartment downtown where I fell in love one summer. And Somerville- endless, endless Somerville, with its wellspring of beautiful queers and countless memories of singing power-ballads in cars with the magic ones I chose to call my family.