Sunday, December 7, 2008....
Yeah, I know I should be wishing for full-time employment, but that's not what I've been thinking about lately. I've been thinking about the first apartment I had when I graduated college.
I lived in this great brownstone on Beacon Street in Boston. It was an amazing one bedroom condo, rent controlled, but that is not what made it great. It had character and charm with the high ceilings, arched ways, enormous windows and great rooftop views of the Citgo sign.
I worked in Cambridge, but during the summer walked home from work because I could. At night, the roads were well lit and you always passed people on the street.
Last night, I was driving home from my friend's house and as I made my way through the unlit back roads to my house, I realized how I longed for the hustle and bustle of the busy Boston streets.
If in Boston, I would have seen where I was driving and realized that although I was following some patch of pavement, it wouldn't have been the entrance to someone's driveway. It would have been the main road I needed to be one.
Luckily, I only skidded slightly when I realized that I was heading into a private driveway and veered back onto the road.
The first skid of the season always unravels me a bit. Luckily, it prepared me for the two larger ones I had further down the road.
I've come to the conclusion that snow falling is so much prettier to watch from the windows inside the house than inside your car when driving in it.