Ode to Ashburn

My library is ugly. It's a terrible thing to say, I know, but it's true. Think cinder blocks. Intimidating black door. I asked if there was a form to fill out for a card and she said I needed I.D. and proof of address. I said, I know, I don't have proof of address today, but is there a form? (I know, I know, unbelievable that I forgot it, I was so ashamed). And she asks if I want to use the computer. Now I'm confused. What does that have to do with anything? I said no, I don't think so, I was just wondering if there was a form. And she says something about the form being for parents with minor children or something and it was weird. But she gave me a form that I am now unsure whether I'm supposed to fill out or not. Oh, how I miss Ashburn. At least it's close - 20 minute walk. There is a bus too, if I don't feel like walking but do feel like waiting. I also made it to the post office (which is about five or so minutes further than the library. That is, if you don't stay on the bus many many stops further because you don't know where you are and don't realize you've long since passed where you want to be . . . and you didn't listen to the voice telling you to just get off and go back. On the other hand this did teach me that that is probably the way to go to the apartment of the one person in Boston that I know. (Aside from my cousins, but I already know how to get to them. Although, granted, it may not be the most efficient way, but then I don't know the most efficient way to get anywhere!) That's the latest in my adventures in Boston.