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| Photo of Maggie by the new Nanny, Micah |
It's day two in Boston. Thanks to Joe the move went very smoothly. I couldn't have done it without him. Now, getting used to the faster current of the city, that's up to me. I have to say that it's been a rough first day. Over the last week/weekend with general stress levels higher than the norm, I've felt a little heavier of heart. Staying in constant movement to get things packed to go, there was just no time to stop for a moment of release. Yesterday I worked from 9 to 6 cleaning and cramming my things into Joe's apartment where I'll be staying until something of my own comes through. It's in the works. I also inadvertently inhibited Joe and his roommates from showering for 24 hours by re-caulking the bathroom without fully reading the directions. I'm sorry guys... at least it's a super clean bathroom now?
Anyway by the end of the day I was as drained as you can be. Plus I'm unstoppable when it comes to settling in. I break for nothing, including food unfortunately. I'd had a small bowl of cereal when I got up but I didn't stop for another meal until around 8:30. I felt dead, and sad. Joe tried valiently to make me laugh on the walk home from Starlite (great burgers, hotdogs and drinks if you're in the Somerville area) but I just felt so heavy. The moment we got back we laid down in front of the fan to cool off and finally, at long last, I cried. It wasn't a long cry, or an exceptionally hard one, but I needed it to wash the heaviness out. In fact, crying that night felt downright good. Sometimes it's the best way to let it all go.
It's day two. I miss Maine. Maybe because it's non-intimidating and friendly and easy. Maybe, for those reasons, it felt like home. You never really realize how much readjusting it takes in a new place until you're thrown into the thick of it. Now it's time to make new friends, time to find new favorite cafes and bookstores and quiet spots to read or think. Time to be brave and try something outside of my comfort zone, and try the city life. We all know Portland is more of a town than anything. I know I'm in for a lot of getting lost and getting used to people on their own missions on the street who most likely aren't saying, "Hello" or, "Good morning" to everyone unless they're crazy or wanting money. It's just...different. And different isn't necessarily bad. I'll never forget what a counselor once said to me at Bowdoin. She said, "For you to be happy, you need three things: Sleep, Prayer, and Light." Well, today I slept in and when I woke up I sent a hopeful prayer out.
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| Photos taken on my phone of the Chihuly exhibit at the MFA |
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| Keep Smiling |
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Em
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