Monday, August 24, 2009

Boston people nicer than Seattle?

Now I have to say that moving out here I was expecting a culture shock in that everyone I had talked to had told me that people were not nearly as nice on the East coast than on the West. But I have to tell you, everyone out here is super friendly. I can't even count the number of random people who've stopped me on the street to have a conversation or else how I end up having 10 minute conversations with people whenever I go to a store or some place to take care of some moving chore (now tomorrow I will be visiting the RMV - note not the DMV like most everywhere else; Massachusetts just has to be different in every way - so that may test my view of everyone being so friendly). Anyway, I have to say it's been a pleasant surprise.

So what have I been up to? Unpacking mostly. The number of boxes left is pretty small now (and mostly just books). Really what's left is buying a few more area rugs (all these hardwoods are a bit too echo-y and... well, hard). I have to admit to being slow moving these days, but at least today was a bit cooler (and less humid). Here's a picture of how Hailey has been coping with the heat... laying in the fireplace (I guess the tiles are the coolest place in the house)


Oh and the funniest part about moving is how nothing is level in this house. I swear I could get my hillwork in for running by going around this place. It's just entertaining how much of an elevation change there is. (though speaking of running, I have only been once since I moved. When I unpacked my scale I noticed I had lost about 7 lbs since leaving Seattle (YIKES!) I really need to get that back up before I can start running too much)

And the last few days have seen some fun beyond moving boxes from room-to-room. On Sunday I had my first East coast lobster. My brother invited me to go to Markey's Lobster Pool (or Lobster Pound depending on where you look; I guess they can't decide on a real name). It is at Hampton Beach in NH. Everyone probably laughed at me when I sat down and said "how do I eat it?" It's not that I haven't had lobster before, but it been a long time. I followed that up with some fried haddock. It made for a fun lunch.




Then today I had to go downtown to get a form from my insurance place so I could register my car. It gave me time to play around on the T (Boston's transit system). It was too funny when I walked up to catch the train and immediately someone approaches me, asking which train to take, how to ride it, where to get on, etc... I told her that I really didn't know any more than she did, so it probably wasn't safe asking me. And then we promptly missed the train (apparently we weren't standing in just the right place, so it didn't stop). We solved that quick enough and were off. Anyway, the takeaway on the T is that I timed it from the hospital stop to home - 6 minute train ride, 6 minute walk (with time to stop and pet a 5-month old puppy). Add to that about 5-10 minutes to walk to the hospital and that will be my commute.
At the insurance place, I met a very nice lady who was all too happy to answer all my questions (main one: did you know that in MA, there is no such thing as an insurance ID card? Your car registration serves as the ID. So I asked: what if I was driving a NH car? Her response - silly, NH doesn't require insurance! Okay, that's not the point, what if it was a CA registered car? or WA car? pick any state where you need insurance, but where I wouldn't have my car's registration. Oh, good question, she said. I guess you could just write down your policy number and put it in your wallet)
Then I stopped to wander around Boston Common. It was very busy, but I thought it was fun because I recognized it (I was there when I was 13 or 14 years old). I was actually surprised at how much was familiar (especially considering that when my brother asked me if I recognized the church he got married in, or the place where they had the reception, I had no idea what they were; that wasn't nearly as long ago, and I was the best man. You'd think I might've remembered).

But the fun part of Boston Common is that it's where the Freedom Trail starts (a tourist trail, marked by a red line on the sidewalks, that walks you past a lot of historic sites). When I visited as a kid, my dad, brother, and I walked it and I was usually in charge of the camera. I thought it'd be funny to take pictures of the actual red line at stops instead of the historic site itself. I'm not sure my dad agreed about it being funny because that was before digital cameras, so he had to pay to have all those shots developed :)
Anyway, just to make my dad laugh, here's that red line again (though here I included the trail marker, so maybe it's not quite as random).


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