my little brother was telling me about this thing he read about called the "magic treehouse". You climb up in it, holding a picture of where you'd like to be, or who you'd like to be with and as soon as you say, "Oh, I wish I were there." you are.


Wouldn't that be nice?


I don't want to leave yet. Tomorrow I'll be posting from my new dorm room. How ghastful it will be tomorrow night to open up my window and face, instead of the river with its glimmering reflection of the Boston city skylites like I did last year, the other dormitory tower. It would be a bit easier if I knew I could be back home sometime soon, but Christmas does seem so far away.