twenty-something

Yelli and I were driving to the Dunkin Donuts on Route 1. More specifically, she was driving my car and I was fiddling with my iPod. I settled on "How We Operate" by Gomez.

"This one is my driving song," I said as the goose-bump-enducing beginning cords came through the iTrip. "You know, like opening credits. Keys in the ignition. Drive off to some destination."

She agreed, immediately understanding my foolishness. Earlier, we had talked about the soundtracks to our lives.

"You know, since I moved to Boston, I feel like I'm the star of my show again."

It's true. For a while there in Vermont, I felt like a supporting cast member. It was the Matt Show. Or the UVM Show. I was a supporting character. But now, in my new city, my life is about my adventures and my story again.

Maybe a trip to a Dunkin Donuts in Sagus isn't Must See TV, but it's my show. And I'm the star.