Words in my head

Sometimes I feel like I have so many words flying around in my head, that if they were to go round just a little faster my skull would turn into a sort of linguistic version of a particle collider. If it wasn't for my ability to get the thoughts out of my head and on paper, Switzerland and the Hadron project might find themselves abandoned as I sucked up all their funding, and scientists rushed to study my head instead of looking for Higgs boson.

But fortunately for everyone, they get to keep playing NASCAR with bits of matter, and I get to write stuff instead of being prodded by scientists. Now, if instead of pimping my head as a word-collider, I could get funded for writing, I would be intensely happy with the world.  And I could afford to buy delicious cupcakes every morning for breakfast. <3 And maybe pay my rent on time.

I moved to Boston from Virginia about two months ago. I needed a change of pace, to start a new chapter in life. I'd been on little visits to Boston before and it seemed perfect... So I packed my car, put the cat in the passenger seat, and 10 hours later.... tada! New apartment, new people, fresh starts. It was pretty cool and exciting and stuff.

But then it got kind of not cool. I basically knew 4 people in the state, only one of whom I was really friends with, in any sense of the word, so I've been a bit lonely. I got a job super fast though, but it didn't last long. Neither did the next job. I don't know how, but I have a talent for finding psychotic female bosses. Insert a couple jobless, anxious weeks here: ______, and that brings us to now. I've got a new job, but so new that I still haven't received a paycheck. And I'm basically broke.  But I do know more than 4 people!

Here are some awesome things about Boston:
It is fairly small for a big city. Easy to learn to drive in, and super walkable. And it has these cute little beaches. You're just walking around a neighborhood and then bam! you're on a beach.
Port cities are always cool. Lots of cultures, and that means lots of cool stores, and delicious food. Like Irish bakeries where the cashier girls have attitude and the cupcakes are amazing...

I live just round the corner from that bakery. I went in looking for a cupcake, because at 1am that morning I had this sudden craving for cupcakes, and by 3pm eating one had become crucial to my immediate survival.  So I bought this huge cupcake. It was just plain old vanilla cake, but it had a piece cut out of the top, and this little crater was filled with strawberry preserves and whipped cream... and then had the cut out bit of cake stuck back on top! It was a beautiful thing. But it also cost me $2.75.

But life is good. Sometimes the mere fact that you are living in a place that sells amazing cupcakes, has beaches right along the road, has good music, good food, and good people... sometimes that makes up for the fact that you can't afford any of it yet. I mean, you're living in Boston! And it's one helluva cool place.