New Englandy
Well, since I've last posted, I've moved to Boston. Charlestown, more specifically. I've always had a soft spot for Massachusetts and now I live here!
Charlestown is all historic. It is, in fact, where the Battle of Bunker Hill was fought (though the actual battle wasn't on Bunker Hill at all, but rather Breed's Hill) and where the USS Constitution is Docked. Part of the Freedom Trail runs through it, about a block from our house, so every time we're downtown or in the North End, we joke that at least we can find our way home if we get really really drunk just by following the red line. And hordes of goddamn tourists.
Here are some pictures of things:
There are jellyfish in the Harbor - at first I couldn't believe it and thought they were all dead, but there are a zillion and they're actually alive, so I guess the harbor isn't as polluted as I always imagined it would be.
These are boats, taken from the ferry. I think it is way awesome that I could conceivably commute via ferry (if I were to have a job, that is).
Hopefully I will find some sort of enjoyable source of income by the end of the summer, though for now I'm really enjoying sitting on my ass and knitting and watching lots of cable. The JC insists on things like cable and having one's own internet connection and having a real bed and not some crap futon you've had since college. Which is nice. But it is very strange to be living like a grownup.
Charlestown is all historic. It is, in fact, where the Battle of Bunker Hill was fought (though the actual battle wasn't on Bunker Hill at all, but rather Breed's Hill) and where the USS Constitution is Docked. Part of the Freedom Trail runs through it, about a block from our house, so every time we're downtown or in the North End, we joke that at least we can find our way home if we get really really drunk just by following the red line. And hordes of goddamn tourists.
Here are some pictures of things:
There are jellyfish in the Harbor - at first I couldn't believe it and thought they were all dead, but there are a zillion and they're actually alive, so I guess the harbor isn't as polluted as I always imagined it would be.
These are boats, taken from the ferry. I think it is way awesome that I could conceivably commute via ferry (if I were to have a job, that is).
Hopefully I will find some sort of enjoyable source of income by the end of the summer, though for now I'm really enjoying sitting on my ass and knitting and watching lots of cable. The JC insists on things like cable and having one's own internet connection and having a real bed and not some crap futon you've had since college. Which is nice. But it is very strange to be living like a grownup.
Labels: Boston, Charlestown, moving
