Bagel Rising

It is a sad day in Boston. I just had breakfast (at 7:00 - A.M.) with someone that I affectionately refer to as, DTB, my Day Time Buddy. I met him by chance on my vacation trip through Boston and he has become a dear friend in three weeks, that feel much more like three years. He has shown me Boston, taught me how to use mass transit here, walked me through the worst neighborhoods of the city and shown me the beauty in them, we have laughed endlessly, and of course, solved the problems of the world. I want to set him up with my friend Courtney, thankfully she doesn't read this blog, so she has no idea that I have a plan for her life when she arrives next week... But I think we all know it's better that way.

I have to say I have yet to grow tired of Bagel Rising. It's this really incredible bagel place in my cousin Jess' neighborhood. I eat their whole wheat everything bagel with jalapeno Tofuti. Yes they have Tofu cream cheese - WONDERFUL! Today, I left with TWO fountain Diet Cokes and not just one, which only made me like them more. If you are in the Boston area, Bagel Rising is a must.

You guys may be asking yourself what I have been up to lately. Up here, in the North East. Well today I am in a Yankees hat. That's one thing I have been up to. This is not the city to wear this hat in, especially after the Yankees just beat the Red Sox on their own grass... But hey, I cannot answer for the superiority of the Yankees. That's their deal, I can simply walk arounf looking cute in my hat. Hold on, somehow I got distracted, what have I been doing... Besides looking cute... yes, now we're back on track.

I have been spending time with people. Talking on the phone to Waco a lot. A lot. I have been trying to implement structure into my day, while avoiding the oppressive New England humid heat - I think it is finally bearable enough to re-introduce running to my daily life, but I definitely went on pause last week because it was so hot.

I have been discovering neighborhoods in Boston that I like, my favorite right now is Inman. Maybe that's how you spell it, maybe not, but I liked it, and you get the idea. It is the funkiest part of Boston that I have found. And let me just be the first to say, Boston is NOT funky. Boston IS Ivy League. But when the Ivy Leaguers are done leaguing it - they go to Inman and shop at vintage stores, and drink coffee at small, rag tag coffee shops that are independently owned.

Emotionally, I have been slowly unpacking. A conversation here and there. I'm not ever sure what to say or where to start. It is strange to be in a place where I am so unsure and not aware. Alas, that's where I am. I mean, I feel a bit numb. I know in part it is because nothing is settled, I am not permanately located, I am not working as I have been, I am emotionally pretty tired, and I am kind of re-adjusting to American life. WEIRD.

I think I am realizing too, that as it often is in life, things that I thought were long since dealt with, seem to be making a revival appearance. Like, I was talking to DTB about something and realized that the thing that was bothering me really reminded me of a pattern of behavior that I find completely not trustworthy because of past experience. LIKE - PAST - LIKE SO LONG AGO AND SO OVER DEALT WITH THAT IT IS NOT OK THAT IT IS BOTHERING ME. Argh. Thankfully all this time is giving me lots of time to read and write and deal. Obviously I need it. Geez. Get over it already.

I don't feel alone. I don't feel lonely. I feel overwhelmed and a little nervous that I am 32 and still dealing with this crap. You know, like I am on the emotional short bus or something. But it's OK, during those moments I think of stars that are older than me and a little weirder and then I feel better. I AM KIDDING. Sort of. But hey, I'm just saying, Martha Stewart was pretty old when she started getting her act together. And that involved an ankle monitor. At least I am not on an ankle monitor... yet.

So. That's that. As far as updating this. I have to be honest. Internet is a bit volatile over here on our street. So I am not on the computer a lot. I have gone back to the dark ages of reading and writing in a journal with paper and not on the one on my laptop. I know, I know. But I mean, I am in Boston. The first shot of the Revolutionary War was fired here (I learned that yesterday on a field trip to Lexington with DTB) I am just trying to assimilate my life with history. Not really. But I promise, I am going to be updating this blog as much as I can, or at least when I feel capable of pulling some sentences together in a logical stream that will not result in me ending up with an ankle monitor. Kidding again.

I mean, I haven't lost my sense of humor. OK, gotta go drink my second fountain soda before all the ice melts away the yumminess.