Golfing in Holden

So, there was a family golf tournament. I swung twice and they pulled me out and put me in charge of the golf cart. It was a wise idea. So here are some pics of life last week. The golf pic is my Aunt Lauren's foot in the 7th hole. The one of me in an innertube was a moment at a street sale where I wished I was floating the Guadalupe. The picture of the man on the T was Ryan (my Day Time Buddy who has been graciously trying to teach me the city and public transportation) and my response to what can only be described as the outfit of the day. Then there is an entrance to the Back Bay Hotel - formerly Boston's police headquarters. A really cool building.
Then a homeless man on a bench in Roxbury. And the last one is some iron work on the stairs of this really incredible "brownstone" by Back Bay. Remind me to move there some day. It's been a really hard week. Like really hard. Like gut wrenching. Like I am numb and I am not quite sure what to do. So I am not writing a lot publically because I don't think it is best. But I am here and for the most part OK and trying to figure a whole new life in a whole new place out. Ugh. I wasn't great at life in the old city. C'est la vie. One step at a time. One apology at a time. One hurdle at a time.