After a relatively long and uncomfortable plane ride over (why do I always get the damn seats that don’t recline?!), I’m finally here in Boston! It was so nice flying in and seeing the beautiful green of summer adorn the Massachusetts coast. One of the many, many, many reasons I love New England (yes Jen, if you’re reading this, my precious, beloved New England).
Note – JetBlue is awesome for providing earplugs and an eye cover for red-eyes. Gotta claim my TrueBlue number with them!
So I’m headed to Woods Hole in 13 minutes via the Peter Pan Bus Lines (sounds like something straight out of MJ’s ranch, bless his soul). I’m looking forward to spending time in Cape Cod – I hear it is beautiful over there! I have the day to kill as well before I have to meet up with my group, so I can’t wait to do some post graduation soul searching and deep thinking while enjoying the certainly amazing views and beautiful weather.
Oh yeah, did I mention I’m in love with New England? You just don’t get this type of feeling anywhere else. Or at least, I don’t. I’m sorry San Diego, but maybe in a few years I’ll be able to fall in love with you again, after having to bear a few too many brutal New England winters.
Anyways, it’s so odd now to be a graduate. As I go about my daily business, it’s a wonderful feeling to look at my right hand and see my pinky adorned with the Engineer’s ring, and to know that soon I’ll be receiving my Bachelor’s degree in the mail. And while I don’t have the time to write a whole “OMG I’m graduated what am I going to do” type of post at the moment, I’m excited to be doing something, well, many things, asides from work this summer. Traveling to Woods Hole is just my first stop on this summer adventure before graduate school begins to kick my ass.
It’s 7:55 AM now here in Boston, and I suppose it’s time for me to go to the bus stop to wait outside. Adieu!
Update: It is now 8:41 AM, and I found out thanks to my (rude) bus driver that my bus was going to Providence, RI, and that I had only purchased a ticket from BOS -> Woods Hole, rather than from Logan -> Woods Hole. I had no idea Boston was not equivalent to Logan, and now I’m stuck waiting another hour and half to head to Woods Hole. That cuts down my time exploring by a good chunk. Thankfully I have spotty WiFi and an outlet to play with here at the station. Yay that. But a bit of a morning fail, making my travel time about 10 hours rather than just 7. Sigh.
