Update from Beantown

I have started training at a second school. I work In Medford in the first half of the day and end up in Chestnut Hill (I think) for the evenings. I have been taking the "T" so I have been having quite a bit of fun with that. Probably more than a normal person would. I feel safe on it, as long as I don't touch much and use hand sanitizer. Everything in the train station is sticky and while I am told that it is simply the humidity (which hasn't dropped below 90 ince I arrived) I have a hard time believing that there isn't something nasty lurking on those handrails. Better safe than sorry I say.

I have learned that when riding on public transoportation one is better off wearing headphones, even if they aren't connected to anything, just leading into your briefcase. This allows you to zone out and pretend you don't hear the excruciatingly detailed cell phone conversation going on next to you. Also, it makes people less likely to talk to you, which, to my suprise, they do sometimes. Maybe it is because I, a midwesterner, inadvertantly make eye contact. Who knows. I'm getting better and I don't think I look like a tourist anymore. I really enjoy my "T" time.

Moving on...

Boston. I'm out here- I'm doing this. I feel lucky to have this chance and glad that I made this decision. However, the position I have found myself in, while exhilarating, proves to be somewhat more difficult than I had anticipated. At least tonight. I am living alone in a hotel. So far, I have met four people through work. By "met" I mean people that I will talk to again in some capacity. I have seen some other people at work, but they aren't people I can hang out with. Aside from the man who drives the hotel shuttle and the gang guy on the subway and the delivery guy from Alfredo's (who doesn't speak English) I really haven't made any contacts outside of work. For me, a rather social person, it is odd to be in such a big city and have no one. I must remember that I work about 12 hour days, six days a week (wow, I hadn't done the math until now) so it isn't like I have had much time to meet people. Also, I have been here only a week. Still, I crave the conversation and the phone, while appreciated, isn't the same.

Well, I'm tired and I have to work in the morning (I have the afternoon off!) so I should go. I miss you all and I would love to hear from you. I will call you as soon as I get a chance. I will write again with some stories about my adventures this weekend.

Best.