For the sake of continuity, I’m going to do a blog post for each month I was gone from here. A lot has happened between then and now.
September:
I moved in on September 1st with a guy, Erik, who had worked at the law office of my candidate on the campaign and his girlfriend, Cally. They were both moving out of state in January, but had the place and wanted a third to lower rent. The move was stressful and I needed the help of several friends to make it work, which did remind me I have some friends in Boston. The apartment was a shoebox, a tiny little one floor space at the top of a brownstone. It was sort of overwhelming living so downtown; the Prudential building was but a short walk away, and it took less than two minutes to get to the train.
Parking at that apartment was awful. I ended up parking Agnes in Jamaica Plain, or JP, in south Boston on my friend Pete’s street. He had free off-street parking, so I just schlepped out there on the bus every weekend to switch her to the other side of the street to keep the engine okay and to avoid street cleaning tickets.
That weekend, I got a call from my temp agency offering me a three month gig at the Alzheimer’s Association of Massachusetts/New Hampshire, based in Watertown, doing Administrative stuff for eleven bucks an hour. I eagerly took it, glad to have a sure thing for a while. It started the day after Labor Day (which was my first trip to a beach out here; I got super mega sunburned, but it was a beautiful day).
I started at the Association with four other temps, one of whom I knew from a previous temping gig. We all sort of bonded immediately, although they wound up doing development work while I did admin stuff. I found a lot of people at the Association I liked, although it took some time settling in. My boss was from Oklahoma, and we got along really well. I ate lunch with the temps every day, and took two trains and shuttle each morning to get to work.
My roommates and I got along, if we weren’t besties. They are very nice people who are just junior yuppies. We didn’t have a lot in common. I found myself spending most of September a) at work b) watching tv on my computer in my bedroom c) walking the South End.
It was kind of a lonely month, to be honest, but it was a big transition. Things were yet to come…
This beach tried to kill me.
