Guys. It’s okay. I know you’ve all been worried sick but I’M BACK! Did you miss me?! I have so much to tell you all, so I figured I would wait until I was here for one month to recap everything I’ve done and learned thus far.
Where do I even begin. I’m a city girl now, and might I add, it’s the coolest thing ever. No longer do I need to Uber 20 minutes to get a Chipotle bowl - I have one 10 minutes walking distance in just about every direction you can think of. North, South, East, West, Northeast, Southwest…name a combination and walk 10 minutes and you will find yourself at a Chipotle.
I’m living in a dorm style building yet again, but this one is so much better. It’s in Boston, for one. And two, it’s just cooler, okay? My roommate and I are the only double on the floor with three other singles and one bathroom, so we kind of just act like we own the place. Which we technically do, 2 v 1 v 1 v 1 - majority rules. You might think that sharing one toilet and one shower with five girls is a lot, but it’s really okay. Plus, there are about 15 other bathrooms in this joint to choose from. My only complaint? Yesterday, because we leave our door open, we saw a boy walk out of our bathroom in nothing but boxer briefs and a towel.
First of all. I just saw all of you and I don’t even know you. Get a towel dress or something if you’re going to be walking around to find a vacant place to rinse off. Also. There are about five other boys wings in this building, were they all being used?
Second of all. He was looking at me as if I was the one in the wrong. Don’t you judge me for looking at you walking practically nude out of my bathroom.
Third of all. He left the seat up. And to me, that’s just rude.
The bathroom was technically fair game, it’s a co-ed bathroom. I get that. I do. I’m just kindly asking one thing: don’t use it.
Moving along. People keep asking me what kind of things I’ve been doing and I just want to say that I have done more in the past month here (and spent more money) than I would’ve done EVER at my old school. Here’s a detailed list.
I’ve been to two Red Sox games, one being Yankees-Red Sox. Sausage and peppers: 10/10.
I ran into, and I literally mean ran into, my prom date at one of those games. Shoutout to Lewis.
I won a coupon for a free 12-piece Edible Arrangement. Now THAT, is what I like to call a friendly neighbor.
I sat on the curb outside of Fenway behind the Porta-Potties and listened to the Zac Brown Band concert instead of paying 84 bucks for a concert that was already halfway done. Great tunes, and no bathroom lines. My kinda party.
There was a woman playing music for money on the street and she had a little Pomeranian puppy, so of course, I went to pet it because I have no boundaries. Some man was all like, “hey, you can’t just pet her dog and not give her money.” Did I have money on me? No. Sorry mom. But I did have a pack of Airhead Extreme Bites that I had purchased three minutes before. Hope she liked them because they’re my favorite.
I cried on the street after not being able to figure out how to purchase a T-card after 30 minutes of running back and forth between 7/11, underground stations and more. Talk about walking back home feeling defeated.
I walked past Sofia Vergara’s husband on Newbury. I kid you not, my roommate and I stopped dead in our tracks and turned around in the middle of the crosswalk with our mouths wide open. Probably could’ve gotten hit by a car but it’s okay because Joe Manganiello would’ve saved us.
I would like to note how easy it is to almost get hit by cars here. I’m honestly lucky to be here writing this for you guys.
JESSE FRICKING MCCARTNEY WAS SHOOTING A MOVIE DOWN THE STREET FROM ME. Love, Weddings and other disasters - can’t wait to see it.
This one is really embarrassing. Here we go. Don’t ask why or how because I can’t tell you. One day, I was clearly in the zone and walked up an extra flight of stairs without realizing it. I knocked on what I thought was my door rapidly asking my roommate to let me in. Two boys who looked very confused opened the door and said, “wrong room?” I cursed. I apologized. I fled the scene. Now, this kind of thing happening once is just a funny mistake. Twice? Unexplainable. Here we go, part 2. I literally left my room to bring my laundry downstairs and instead of coming back up to my floor, what do you know, I went up an extra flight and found myself knocking on the door for my roommate to let me in. I then read the name tags on that door and realized it was once again, the wrong floor. I literally said “not again” out loud and sprinted out of there before they could answer the door. I tried going up there again, this time on purpose, to make amends but I knocked and no one answered. Hopefully they weren’t home. All I know is I see them everywhere and I’m so ashamed. And YES I bring my key with me but I knew she was going to be in there so I didn’t those two times OKAY???
Last but not least, I just want to share my experience with turkey burgers here in Boston. Not great. They just taste really not good to the point where for the first time ever I complained to my waitress and got it taken off the bill. Drowning it in ketchup sometimes doesn’t even solve the problem. I was sweating, shaking and my heart was pounding so fast. I almost cried. But I did it. I’m a big girl now.
So there. Those are 10 things that have happened to me in the short span of four weeks of being here. I’m looking forward to sharing some more recaps and I swear to god if I have to tell you all that I knocked on the wrong door again I’m probably just going to have to change my name, hair color, and probably schools. Again.
Honestly, living in the city is the coolest thing ever. It’s always busy. It’s SO diverse. You see drunk old men coming back from Sox games throwing up on the sidewalk. It’s a blast! Oh and there are so many puppies everywhere. And I pet them all. Again, no boundaries. Stranger danger who?
