Is it always going to be this way? I've joked for a long time about the coldness and rudeness of Boston. But I secretly assumed it wouldn't be as bad once I actually lived here.
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I've gotten lost. Repeatedly. The Boston area doesn't seem to like to spend money on street signs. Particularly the larger, arterial streets. I guess they figure that if you're on it you must know where you are. Wrong. I've chalked this up to the fact that a lot of New Englanders don't seem to like people "from away". They don't like new people in their shops, in their jobs or on their streets. So they aren't going to do anything to make it easier for someone "from away" to be here.
I've gotten my first street sweeping ticket: $50. My town apparently sweeps each side of each street twice a month. Yet the streets are still filthy. Litter and dirt everywhere.
I have no furniture. After eleven days in town and 15 or 16 since I've last slept in my bed and three schedule changes my things are scheduled to be here today. I'm trying not to count on that.
I have no knobs. My apartment wasn't in what I would call "ready to move in" shape when I arrived. There were still groceries (very old) in the refrigerator, there are still coats in the coat closet, a BBQ on the porch and the worst? Mildewed shower curtains. I'm still without knobs to my stove though. Which, isn't so bad because I don't have anything to cook on or with, or eat from. But... still!
I've realized I live in the ghetto part of my town. It's hard to know this for sure, but in a geographic area known for it's predominate whiteness, I'm in a very multicultural area. It feels like a happy accident.
I've been barked at by a shopkeeper and sworn at by a crazy/rude woman in the airport who didn't want me to take her photo. Nevermind that I was facing away from her, shooting out the window. It made me want to chase after her with my camera.
I've paid $8 for a bottle of Amstel Light at a "club". Now, when Bostonians say "club" they don't mean a club like anything I've ever known. They mean a single night of the week in a rented space. This was the basement of a theater. Kind of weird.
Will it always be this way?