Don’t call it a come back, I’ve been here for years!
I’m back in the state I call home. That would be the state of apathy. Well today I drove into work and realized what a rut life really is. I’M sure rock stars and sub Saharan safari guides get bored with their lives, but honestly, are we meant to live like this? I suppose it was easier for our grandparents, since they knew real suffering through wars and depressions. Our generation sees non premium cable as an obstacle to overcome. Alas, I digress.
I liked New England more than expected. Although I have much love for the NYC, I did sort of see why there is a divide between New Englanders and New Yorkers. My wake up call came in the form of a New Yorican mother on the tour train. She got on with her 6 kids and immediately they started being obnoxious. We asked them to quiet down so that we could hear the tour guide and they just started screaming random $h1t. I was about to go all Wayne Brady on them when the next stop came and I decided choking other people’s kids would probably lead to jail time. So I got off, breathed a sigh of relief and then realized why Boston and New York will never get along.
Boston was more subtle than the big apple. It had considerably less to do considering I felt like I covered all the major points of interest in a day. It also had its share of snobs. However, I actually could see myself living there. Many places immediately strike me as somewhere on the “No” list o potential places to live. Boston seemed very livable. Now granted, I didn’t see it covered in snow.
The place is not crawling with the chain stores that make the rest of the nation’s landscape so blah. The Cape itself was almost chain free and reminded me a lot of the Florida Keys, complete with the north’s answer to Key West.
(Chuckle Chuckle “Seaman’s Bank”)
In short, I’m sure it is a miserable place to live when it is covered with ice and snow, but I have to say Massholes love their Dunkin Donuts and they appear to be about the most tolerant people I’ve spent time around. Even in other cities I love like New York and Seattle, I got the distinct feeling that you had to “fit in” or make some effort to act a certain way, listen to certain music, ext. Bostonians seemed to house the type of people that would go out of their way to defend your right to be nothing like them. When the weather grid makes the winters more bearable, I could see myself living there.
I’m back in the state I call home. That would be the state of apathy. Well today I drove into work and realized what a rut life really is. I’M sure rock stars and sub Saharan safari guides get bored with their lives, but honestly, are we meant to live like this? I suppose it was easier for our grandparents, since they knew real suffering through wars and depressions. Our generation sees non premium cable as an obstacle to overcome. Alas, I digress.
I liked New England more than expected. Although I have much love for the NYC, I did sort of see why there is a divide between New Englanders and New Yorkers. My wake up call came in the form of a New Yorican mother on the tour train. She got on with her 6 kids and immediately they started being obnoxious. We asked them to quiet down so that we could hear the tour guide and they just started screaming random $h1t. I was about to go all Wayne Brady on them when the next stop came and I decided choking other people’s kids would probably lead to jail time. So I got off, breathed a sigh of relief and then realized why Boston and New York will never get along.
Boston was more subtle than the big apple. It had considerably less to do considering I felt like I covered all the major points of interest in a day. It also had its share of snobs. However, I actually could see myself living there. Many places immediately strike me as somewhere on the “No” list o potential places to live. Boston seemed very livable. Now granted, I didn’t see it covered in snow.
The place is not crawling with the chain stores that make the rest of the nation’s landscape so blah. The Cape itself was almost chain free and reminded me a lot of the Florida Keys, complete with the north’s answer to Key West.
(Chuckle Chuckle “Seaman’s Bank”)
In short, I’m sure it is a miserable place to live when it is covered with ice and snow, but I have to say Massholes love their Dunkin Donuts and they appear to be about the most tolerant people I’ve spent time around. Even in other cities I love like New York and Seattle, I got the distinct feeling that you had to “fit in” or make some effort to act a certain way, listen to certain music, ext. Bostonians seemed to house the type of people that would go out of their way to defend your right to be nothing like them. When the weather grid makes the winters more bearable, I could see myself living there.
1 Comments:
Reading about your recent venture, makes me reminisce about why I love traveling so much.... taking in a places quirks and that of the people who call it home.
I've realized that I love to travel, but do not like being a tourist. This is something I always thought to be one in the same, but now am thinking it is not.
Sometimes I think travel is necessary.... to find alternative places to live... or at least have a back-up, just in case.
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