Week 7: , something,

I thought about writing this on the train yesterday, but I got too invested in Squid Game and the ten hours to Boston just flew by.

And now I’m here, sitting in a coffee shop in Massachusetts. I chose the one closest to the dispensary, so the real commute won‘t be too far.

I forgot how much I enjoyed this city during my last visit.

Regardless of the poor company I kept four years ago, I have fond memories of this place.

It was summertime then, not like it is now, but I prefer air with a bite to it anyway.

My mom says I have overactive sweat glands.

The subway in Boston is much more approachable than the New York City subway. Probably because they don’t have a four foot drop from the platform to the tracks.

I got off at Park Street and my memories came flooding back.

I had been here before.

Ignoring the sounds of my stomach, I walked through Boston Common and felt a new type of euphoria. At least, new to me.

I had no one with me to tell me where to go, or what to do, or how to manage my time.

I am completely free, with little to no agenda.

Today my goals are: breakfast, weed, something, concert.

I’m basically onto the something and I’m giddy with anticipation.

I digress.

This has essentially become my travel journal, with a few updates on my upcoming road trip.

I don’t have a lot of news regarding Ten’s National Park Service, just that I saved my $135 for the week (and then some). My therapist suggested I save, not only my weekly goal, but any left over cash tips as well.

Shit is stacking up, I think that puts me at $1000 so far.

Work is going really well. I’m adjusting to the late nights and long hours, and this job is everything I could ask for out of a bartending gig.

My foster baby Herbie is also adjusting very well.

I feel badly that I’ve had to leave him with my roommate on these past two trips, but after Boston I’ll be home for a while.

Onto something.

xxoo Ten