Well, I survived my first weekend in Boston. To be fair, I really don’t feel completely part of the city yet as I am writing this, right now, from a plane 35,000 feet in the air. I’m heading back to Minneapolis. Don’t get all excited – I’m going back for work, not because I am already throwing in the towel. This past weekend actually felt like just another visit. I arrived, I went out and drank with friends and now I am headed home…. Seriously. I just typed home and didn’t even mean to do it. I’m leaving that little glitch in this post to illustrate that as much as I act like I have my shit together; it is so obvious that I am still trying to figure things out.

In the past 10 days I have been in Minneapolis, Detroit, Boston and Minneapolis again. I really don’t know where the fuck I am or even what day it is. I would like to take some time and do the self discovery that I promised myself I would do once in Boston.

The reason being, that while I lived in Minneapolis, I grew so… dull and tired. I went to work, came home, ate dinner and watched a few hours of TV on the couch. On more than one occasion I would just slip into a zombie-like coma at the end of the day. What kind of existence is that? Sure, I would throw in the gym or the pony every now and again but I really let myself become sedentary. This time around, I want to know the city I live in. I want to feel connected. I want to be able to tell you what restaurants to eat at, what sights to see and be able to recommend those unknown gems that are not in the tourist books. Shit. I don’t just want to talk about it; I want to be the one to take you.

These past 10 days have been a nice break from the stress of preparing to move. But I can’t be sleeping in much longer or allowing myself to have so many days off from the real reason that I am making this move. I’ve been too dedicated to a job that I’m leaving and quite honestly a job that doesn’t think it needs me. I’ve fallen into a vacation mindset that has allowed me to recuperate from March but is putting me at risk of becoming flat out lazy.

So I have decided that I’m going to make a list. It will be a list of things that I want to do, see and experience in Boston. I’ll even put a pseudo time line on completion of the list – which really depends on how many items I can come up with. I’ll post the list on here once I’ve gotten it to my liking and try to write about my misadventures in each experience on this blog.

That way whoever is actually reading this can get something other than a dark glimpse into the rabbit hole inside my brain. And what the hell – should anyone read this and have a suggestion for me in Boston, tell me about it – Tink, I am pretty much directing this at you, since I know you are my avid subscriber. I’ll do it. Hell, I’d do just about anything on a dare. That alone should be reason enough.