Boston is swell. It has been hot and muggy, and the homeless people here have more of an "in your face" attitude than any other homeless population I have ever encountered. I find that it keeps me on my toes as I explore all the new nooks and crannies of this city.
Matthew and I have been staying in a hotel since Sunday, seeing as we can't move into our lovely new apartment until September 1. Some aspects of this have been wonderful. Well, mostly just the availability of housekeeping is wonderful, although they often forget to give us new towels and try to come in every morning when I'm still sleeping because I forgot to put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob the night before. Some aspects of life in a hotel room have been not wonderful - in particular, the lack of an expansive selection of television channels and my loss of the DVR recording of the Project Runway All-Star Challenge. (Which I never got to see and fear I never will. Tears, streaming down my face.)
The whole prospect of moving has been a little stressful: the move in day for our new apartment coincides exactly with my first day of class, I was silly and left Minnie in a kennel about as close to our new apartment as Egypt and don't know how I will ever retrieve her again, and we have no furniture for our new apartment. Thankfully, I phoned for help and now Mom is flying to Boston to come to the rescue. Hooray!
Today I realized I was in need of some cheering up when I was on the verge of tears after watching Shrek the Third, so I decided retail therapy would be the wisest choice. I also figured this would be the best way to kill two birds with one stone, considering I'm aiming to be the most stylin' girl in my class (which should be easy, considering 98% of the people I've seen around Boston don't seem able to differentiate between the adjectives stylin' and dowdy), so I ventured down Newbury Street and visited all of my favorite stores. Thank goodness for Madewell.
On the walk home this evening, I recalled how there were some pre-orientation social events for my new class this week, and the event tonight was at a restaurant close to the hotel. Although I have absolutely no desire to attend any of these events, I decided to channel my stalker side and scope out the kids that showed up. I walked up to the window of the restaurant and peered in, and there in front of me stood about 15 students from my new class. Before I could get a good look, one of them spotted me watching them like a creeper, so I ran off. I hope they didn't recognize me from Facebook.
So there you have it: life in Boston. Riveting, I know. I miss LA and everyone from home already, but I think life here should be just dandy. At least until winer hits, that is.
I'll tell Minnie you all say hi.
My new street! My apartment is on the right side behind the jeepy thing.
The park across the street that our bedroom windows look out on. Cute, huh? Come visit. Biotch.
