I tore through my bedroom last night, frantic after my realization that the envelope containing the tickets to tonight’s Patriots game wasn’t where I’d thought I’d left it. Or where I thought I would have left it if I’d left it elsewhere. Or in the other spot. Or the other one.
I found them, of course, and opened the envelope for the first time to laugh at the standard-size tickets (if you’ve been to a regular season Patriots game, you’re familiar with the giant, absurd ticket size) and the printed type. Date, time, opponent TBA. Note to self: write date, time, opponent on the ticket post-game so as to file away in the memory files.
So here I am, gearing up for the arrival of my father so that we can take our multi-layered selves to the train and head on down to the game. It’ll be the first game since I really became a football fan that we’ve enjoyed together, second Pats game together overall (the first being a couple of years ago, back in the days of The Haircut That Made Me Cry). It’ll be good. Hopefully the Pats will do what they’re supposed to do. And, if so, we then turn our eyes to the following week and do it all over again. Woohoo!
Looking slightly down the road, I’ve begun the process of packing, which is about as much fun as anyone who rents remembers it to be. I’m moving at the end of the month. Again. Out of the South End and into a lovely little place we call Somerville. Let’s not mention how many times I’ve moved over the course of a year. It hurts my brain.
Why would a rational, city-savvy girl be moving out of a quaint little street in the S.E.? It’s pretty simple, really, and while I still won’t get into it yet, the basic gist of it is that I’ve come to realize that nothing, not even an expansive room in a building within walking distance of Fenway Park, is worth the tension and toxicity of people who want to suppress your rights and independence. No thanks. I’ll go live with amazing people in a neighborhood that makes me feel better in 10 minutes than 10 weeks spent here. Final verdict: upgrade for me!
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[...] I know. Sounds bad, doesn’t it? Four moves in 16 months? I’m not that wanderlusty, nor am I a bad roommate. My previous living situation had lasted for three years, so that’s telling, right? Most of these moves were for intentionally short stints (Vermont to the North Shore last spring and summer, waiting for my space in the South End to open up; a sublet on my current apartment that ran from February to the end of this month) and only one living situation came to a close on bad terms (readers who were following my exploits back in January might know that I was…stressed by the situation I’d never thought to anticipate). [...]