I was walking away from a dinner involving the first people I worked with in Boston + some of my current coworkers. It was later than normal, but due to the public transportation I was headed towards, I didn’t think I’d make it to my quiet apartment before Maga’s bedtime, so I dialed her number on my walk to the T.
I battled other pedestrians and cars and the darkness and not entirely knowing where I was, but we chatted about the weather (3x) and why I was calling so late and who I’d been out with and how she’d talked to my mom and about Maga’s newest grandchild / my cousin once removed (or is it my second cousin?) and it was all the usual topics but in an unusual environment which made me feel normal and more like myself after a night of pretending I was more grownup than I felt.
Abigail Mumford 