It’s Like I’m Made Of Magic

     We’re about 3/4 of the way through our move.  All that’s left is the easy big stuff and the annoying little stuff, like filtering out old mail, and trying to cope with having to part with some pretty great old t-shirts.  Apparently 28 is too old to still have a sleeveless, safety-pinned, crusty black shirt that reads “NO HOPE” in huge white letters.  Personally, I was saving it for job interviews, but I guess that’s just one more way society oppresses every human’s basic right to freedom of expression without having to be judged by something as shallow as a t-shirt.  Society’s always holding me down, man . . .

     Anywhoozle, I spent my first real day in Dorchester yesterday and it seems like a nice enough place.  It’s close enough to the city that I was able to head in for the afternoon to see some friends, which was very cool.  The few folks I met around our neighborhood seemed really, really nice.  One lady helped my find a T stop, and our back porch faces several other back porches, so Glenn from across the way introduced himself while he was grilling.  It was very cool.  He said more to us in that one introduction than ANY single person in our entire building in Beverly in the last two-and-a-half years.  I get that Dorchester isn’t the prettiest place in the greater Boston area, but so far it seems sweet.

     Now I have a decision to make: Do I go to Vermont in May for a couple of months, and if it doesn’t work out, I move back here.  Or the other way around?  Chad and I are both talking about some opportunities that are available to me in Burlington, but I’m going there without a job lined up, or an apartment.  At least here, in Boston, I have a place to live and I could start looking for work right away.  I mean, I know I’m going to head for Vermont, I’m just nervous.

     One day at a time, though. Right?  It’s not like I have a mortgage, or a baby (sigh . . . .) to keep me any one place.  Just a super-supportive boyfriend who wants me to be happy wherever that puts me.  I’m lucky, and smart enough to know that I should take advantage of the opportunity.  I just wish I were more ambitious.  There’s more to the planet than Vermont and Boston.  

     One day at a time, though. Right?