The Comfy Corner

I am fortunate enough to live in the up and coming South End of Boston. I say "up and coming" because the area used to be super-duper sketch but then the gays moved in and made everything a little more...well, gay! Unfortunately, though, the gayness hasn't quite reached my apartment. I live right on the line between yuppie and scary. So I hear a lot of public domestic disputes outside my window ("Gimme mah phone, bitch!") but I can also walk less than a block to the nicest Spanish tapas restaurant in Boston.

This is all to preface a thought I had as I left my apartment the other day. I love the mornings and I love stepping outside my apartment and breathing in that first breath of morning air. The morning air where I live, though, is very different from the morning air where Chris lives, in Cambridge. When I leave Chris' apartment in the mornings there are birds chirping, people walking their dogs, people jogging, business people shuffling off to work etc. When I leave my apartment there are cars honking, pollution floating, homeless people screaming at each other, and buses roaring by. I immediately feel like I need to take another shower when I leave my apartment.

I suppose both types of morning air have their appeal. Sometimes, it's kinda nice to just be hit in the face with the dirt and bustle of city life first thing in the morning, but every now and then, I just want to walk out to morning air that is a little more...gay.