It's easy to live in your head in Boston. The crush of people means that you
have to have some way to detach, to not be involved with others for a bit.
For me, I wake up in the morning and I don't have much to say. It's all in
my head and needs to percolate before it's ready. Not long, but enough to
just empty out and leave things ready for the next day.

My best friend is marrying her girlfriend. Finally. They've had a rocky
relationship -- she's gay, but always figured men were easy. Easy because of
her family, easier to just marry and settle down with, but she's not
settling, and now she's marrying my best friend.  My best friend who's
sometimes frustrated with a lack of commitment, and the crush of
international borders between lovers, made acute by one government's
steadfast refusal to acknowledge that lovers could, in fact, be the same
sex, even if married legally by states on both sides of the border.

They'll probably live in Canada. Immigration to the United States is a surly
and difficult affair even if you're white, rich, and straight -- if you're
none or one of those three, good luck in the best of times.

My best friend is a roamer. She keeps saying she's ready to settle down, but
one week it's a job in Alberta, the next in British Columbia. Then something
under the table in California, where she could claim to be a tourist who's
gone to see the countryside for a few weeks or months at a time. The lies
start to seem convenient after a while and I can see why she's tired of
running.

I still don't think she'll truly stop, though. As ready to settle as she
says she is, I still think she'll be mobile.