First 16 hours in Boston have been ok. Tiger did so well in the car and so far has adjusted beautifully. This room is… gently used. Mary still seems cool. I bought a parking spot from some guy named Harvey.

Walked to Starbucks at Cleveland Circle and then to the reservoir near BC. (Naturally, this Jersey girl looked for the water first.) Cleveland Circle didn’t seem like such a central location that it needed a name. But it got one, and that makes it important. The reservoir was so peaceful and the sky was so blue. It somehow smelled like the shore. And I took pictures and was happy.

There is an element to all this that escapes normalcy and makes it all seem like a very strange vacation instead of a permanent move for work. Now all the ideas I had about how life would be meet reality. I need to remind myself that all is not lost even if it does not exactly resemble what I imagined.

I almost thought I walked into the wrong apartment. Having attention problems and anxiety means that I don’t always take information in as accurately as possible. For example, I did not realize the watermarks on the ceiling. Or the cracks in the walls. Two bedrooms blended into one in my memory. This one is smaller than I imagined and now I’m not sure all the furniture will fit.

Boston has so many interesting smells that I can identify as familiar but can’t quite pinpoint. I would guess that some are a mix of dust and old brick in the hot summer sun. There is plenty of old charm but for the time being, I hope the old charm keeps four walls and a ceiling about me. But as Tom said, “Sometimes, you just have to live on the 4th floor.” My parking spot is so far away from the front door. And here is where adventure and inconvenience meet.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s