I simply left. Packed a change of clothes in my backpack and left. For Boston.
Sounds romantic, doesn’t it? No plans. A simple impulse to leave. The truth is I had bought the tickets almost two months ago but the time leading to it had been so filled with activities, I did very little planning except maybe book a bed (yes! not a room but a bed!) in the International Hostel in Boston. And then I emailed/SMSed/called the people I know in Boston. And then I showed up. Encountered Hurricane Noel. But I also got to see my friends. Even walked down Newbury St (at first I thought it was a tiny st but when the tiny walk became almost a trek, I realised this was Boston’s Magnificent Mile). I tried the Freedom trail and Boston Common but somehow never finished it. Found out that Paul Revere was quite short and had 16 children. And Sam Adams isn’t just a beer…he’s an actual historical figure. Shelved aside for my next trip there. I did go to Cambridge and wandered around the squares belonging to the three Universities: Tufts, Harvard (the University that shall not be named) and MIT (which Harvard tried to buy several times over the past few decades). Three very distinct personalities.
I also learnt that I can rough it out..for one night. More than one night of staying in a room with 5 other girls, sharing a tiny bathroom/shower facility is definitely not my thing. Perhaps when I was younger…and a little more adventurous. But I think I’ve grown too old…too set in my ways and wayyy too pampered. But for one night, I can suck it up.
I also learnt that old habits die hard. Let’s leave it at that.
And now I am back. Just found out that I have to do journal club next week. And I have homework/discussion for my class due Wed. Busy. Very busy. Need to remember to breathe.