city living

Yesterday I moved to Boston. I was always doubtful that it's possible to fall in love overnight, but now I know it definitely happens. This place is awesome.

Last night, on the way home from the airport my family took me out to dinner. We went to this restaurant called Beer Works, just your basic little brewery. Then I open the menu, and one of the first appetizers I see is Mako Shark skewers. Shark?! Needless to say, we ordered it, and it was delicious. Then I felt really bad about it because sharks are so cute, especially mako ones.

sorry about your cousin

Today I took the T, which is what they call their subway/train situation (train = t), to Boston University to get all the stuff set up for when I start work on Monday. Taking the train, walking around busy streets, and even having keys to my "building" all make me feel very city-like. I think I'm in loveeee.

Right now Cayla is in Europe. So far she's been to London and right now she's in Paris. I haven't gotten the chance to talk to her yet, but she's called my parents. She is having a fabulous time, although she says all the people smoking in Paris make it really smoggy. Gross. I can only imagine all the experiences and stories she is going to have when she comes back, and I am insanely jealous, even though, as stated before, I'm in love with Boston. I'm sure she'll post a gazillion pictures and such once she returns to the States. 

Jet lag has caught up to me, and no amount of Dunkin Donuts coffee can make up for a nap. But, before I go, I must share one more thing that I almost forgot about.

This is Alfie- he's my aunt and uncle's bird. Alfie is an interesting character. He is not keen to most guests, but has taken a certain liking to me. He doesn't like Cayla or my mom, or my cousin that lives here for that matter. Alfie is quite a spoiled bird, much like Pebble is a very spoiled dog. Here's a picture of him eating my leftover strawberry pancakes last summer.

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Alfie is very inquisitive, and likes to sit on my lap while I do my make up. This would be all fine and good if he wasn't so scary. As you can kind of see in that pancake picture, his beak is incredibly sharp. Today I was transferring him from my lap to his little perch on a small pillow, and he decided that my thumb looked like a very nice treat. I'm not going to lie, he almost took it with him. It was not a great experience. So, for now, Alfie is chillin in his cage as I prepare for my nap. He keeps chirping at me to let him out, but I'm sure once I open the door he'll come after the rest of my thumb. 

Alright, nap/avoid alfie time.

cheers,

lauren