You already have, maybe. But these days I feel like I hardly recognize myself. And it's been a long while since I've written anything, so we might as well start from the beginning anyway.
Ok, not the beginning beginning. The new beginning.
A month and a half ago I was a student in a little town in MA called Wenham. There was a lot of people who grew up 15 minutes from that town who'd never heard of it. I was a student at an even smaller liberal arts Christian college. I was sharing an on-campus apartment with 5 other girls. I had a car that I put a dent in the very last month it was in my keeping. I had substantial financial support from my parents in groceries and books and the general costliness of continual breathing in and out.
I don't really miss that me. She was good in her day, but it was time to move on. I've really never been much of rear view mirror kind of girl anyway.
So...on with it.
I now live in a 2 bedroom Alllston, MA, a borough of Boston. I have a new roommate, Sarah, a long time friend at Gordon. And we have a new apartmentmate a la Craigslist named Rob. Two new apartmentmates, actually, including a cat named Coda.
Finding the place was not a Sunday walk in the park, let me tell you. But it's a good location, a comfortable space, and a short walk from the Boston T, public transportation.
And for the final chapter of my little saga: I am now a middle school Spanish teacher at an inner city Charter school in Bay Village, Boston. Which was actually the first job I applied to back in October, a month after which they dropped all contact and I applied for every other job under the sun and cultivated a nice ulcer until they decided to pick it back up again halfway through December.
But more on the job later. Believe me, much more.
Right now, my roommate is out working, I just ate way too many cookies, I'm on the last bit of A Heart for Freedom, and that top bunk is really quite cozy.
So, toodleloo from Gordon St.
Nice to see you again. It's been too long, really. Don't let it happen again.