Oh...Shit.

When the train pulls up to the designated stop, there is a small gap between the train and the platform; maybe six inches. We were on the train the other night when a woman, attempting to walk on board, drops her phone, which falls perfectly through the gap onto the tracks under the train. All she could do was stare at all the passengers with her jaw dropped and a look that clearly said, "no fucking way that just happened." She stood on the platform and held that look as the doors of the train closed and we pulled away from the station.

Walking Around, Looking Around

This morning, the wife and I went out to hit a really bitchin' deli we found the other day. Driving was necessary to get there, so we took a deep breath and got in the car. There's a couple of reasons why I am nervous about driving here. One is that the streets don't make any fucking sense whatsoever. They start out as a two lane, then merge down to one for about a block, then expand back to two. Half the streets are one way, and the other drivers on the road are all fucking crazy. Luckily I only almost killed us once. I'm not sure if this is something that I'll get used to, or if I just give up on driving all together. We'll see.

After we got back, I dropped the wife off so she could do some reading and I went down to the trains so I could check out Chinatown. I'm not sure if I just went the wrong way out of the station, but Chinatown kinda sucked. Nothing there really notable at all except for a really creepy looking porno store which I did not go inside. I kept walking and found a street called Newberry which was lined with shops and stores. What I want to know is, why is it when you have lived somewhere for a while, nobody asks you for directions, but when you are brand new to a place, everyone thinks you know what's going on? I was stopped by no fewer than five people while I was walking asking how to get somewhere or where the nearest station was. I guess I was doing a good job not looking like a tourist, which is kind of what I was going for. I walked and shopped for a while until I found my way to the Boston Public Library, which is the biggest library I've ever seen in real life. Across the way from the library was a little area with tents set up where a small farmers market was going on. I perused the tents, resisting the urge to buy a fresh pie or loaf of bread because I figure this sort of thing goes on all the time, I'm sure and I sure as hell didn't want to walk around with a pie in one hand. I found a really neat little wine store called Best Cellars and picked up a bottle for the wife and headed back home. The best thing is that I was outside walking around for at least four hours and never once broke a sweat. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get my ass handed to me come winter, but I'm going to brag about the summer while I can.

We're going to watch the Red Sox play this evening at a sports bar across the street from Fenway. The sports fan thing is very new to both the wife and myself, so it'll be interesting to see how well we do.

Let's start again for the first time

I swear, I swear, I swear I am going to keep up with this. I know I've said it before, but this time I mean it.

The wife and I just packed our stuff and moved to Boston. I plan on logging this adventure, which is why I am now so adamant about making an entry more than twice a year.

It all started when the wife got accepted into law school. I asked for a transfer, we sold our house, moved in with the in-laws for about a month, threw the cats in the car and proceeded to make the four day trip.

The trip was actually pretty enjoyable. We broke it up fairly well so we wouldn't subject the cats to too much car time at once, and we got to experience some nice local eateries in the evenings. We got into Boston on Tuesday and made it in to our new apartment. This place is very cool, though I can't get past the hotel feel it has. I say this because it's a high rise apartment. We're on the eighth floor, so we have to take the elevator up to our place. The door is even weighted like a hotel room door. We don't have our stuff yet, either, so living out of a suitcase at the moment doesn't help the feeling that we don't really live here. I think once our furniture arrives and we can sleep in an actual bed it will begin to feel a bit more like home.

I took the train to my new store today to introduce myself and see how easy the train ride would be. I really hate to have to drive to work, mainly because I'd have to go straight through Boston proper, which is just asking for death.

The train was easy and I made it to my store just fine. My new boss actually seems decent, but the store on the other hand is a wreck. Apparently, the manager before him let the store go to shit and beyond, complete with a mouse infestation and some really colorful employees. I'm sure I'll be able to write more about the cashier with the 8" long fingernails and the employee with Tourettes down the line.

Tomorrow the wife wants to study a bit, so I'm going to get out of her hair and explore downtown a little. We'll see how that goes.