Hanging out in Boston

So I made it to the United States and am hanging out in Boston/Westford for a couple of days prior to OLS. I was staying close to downtown Cambridge yesterday, but today I’m out in the woods due to the logistical benefit and my lack of driving/car ownership. I’m enjoying my trip so far insomuch as I expected to be busy but also have time to reflect upon the whole relocation thing. And in summary, I expect that my life will become even more hectic, but that I’m going to enjoy it in the longer term (remind me I said that in a year from now), though I do need to find a place that’s near Cambridge if I’m going to avoid 6am introspective blogging such as this.

I arrived on Wednesday afternoon and got to my hotel with just enough time to remove plane-smell before going out for the evening. The flight in from IAD was interesting in a “on time departure”, “sitting on the runway for 40 minutes” let’s-all-play-with-statistics kind of way. Anyway, a bumpy ride followed by traffic, trains and a cab soon put that behind me. A half bottle of wine, a few pints and some interesting live music later, and I was feeling much better. I woke up the next day with no real side effects and having had some of the best sleep in a long time. In fact, I should probably tire myself out like that more often. I’m now almost running properly on EST and it’s only been one full day so far. Now I’m looking forward to next week when I’ll probably have virtually no sleep during the entirity of OLS.

In other news, I’ve decided it’s a recurring theme that I always go after the unobtainable. It’s a curse. And anyway, there’s just something about having your beating heart ripped from your chest that makes that worthwhile. I’m quite certain that somebody somewhere would have a whole heck of a lot of psychobabble to describe these situations I get myself into. Anyway, the lesson to be learned here is you can be as smart as you like and yet still understand nothing about the needs of other real-life human beings. I’m adding “distance” and “youthful optimism” to my list of things that piss me off about myself, the world, and everything.


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