DMV in Bostonland

Don't get the reference? That's okay. I was thinking of Alice in Wonderland, and especially about these quotes:

“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”

“It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' says the White Queen to Alice.”

“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”

Well, now that we have seen each other," said the unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.”

“Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it.”

“Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.' 'I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.'"

“Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop.”

Right now, I feel like I'm living in a fairytale. It's not perfect. Far from it. But it is surreal in it's blessing, it's beauty, and the odd sense that everything is as it should be, for now, for me.

 

Last weekend I did something practically impossible, easily. This holiday weekend (tomorrow), I get to do it pretty much again.

Except not. There will be fewer Disney characters, and a far greater number of exquisite flowers to gaze at in Boston's Public Garden and water to adore across the Charles River in Cambridge.

I get to run with a healthy body past those landmarks I dreamed about running by as a child. All with this sense of deja vu which calls it all practical.

It's really not practical. It's extraordinary. That I would find myself here, and be, after all, doing fine.