Well, I still haven’t quite convinced my brain I’m actually living here. This is week 2 of work (yet only day 3…honestly, snow?) and I still like it, even though today was a bit challenging. But hey, at least no one tried to kill anyone else.* (For the full story on that, see below.) Circumstances on the circus job changed a bit, so I’m back on the hunt hoping to make enough extra money to take classes instead! Ideally I’d still like some kind of movement-oriented job. I’d really like to teach a contact improvisation class, so I’m planning to start finding some movement or yoga studios to hunt down and offer my services. (Hippie school win!)
This weekend was exciting! Slept over at Kitten’s, visited friends, checked out an apartment (it was gorgeous…huge living room and kitchen, free washer dryer, house full of nice guys, most of whom are Belgian. But the room itself was just a tiny bit…tiny. The dresser was in the hallway. It was gonna be a little challenging for two of us and the rent was not nearly low enough to make it worth it), and then WHABAM!
That, my friends, is the sound of a 24 hour bug taking your immune system and crashing it into a wall. For future reference, I don’t advise attempting to get home on public transport when you’re tossing your cookies every 15 minutes. And if you do, hang out for a while at Kenmore station. There are some trash cans that are away from most of the people-traffic. Park St. station has no privacy whatsoever. C’est la vie. But I did eventually make it home and spent all of Sunday in bed drinking water, sucking on a candy cane, and slowly chewing on dry Cheerios every few hours. But hey, at least I got caught up with some shows online. And today I’m feeling heaps better! Hooray! Most of it was thanks to my lovely cousins who took such good care of me. (Thank you lovely cousins!)
Right…so maybe I’ll get an early day job as a Boston tour guide. And then people who came to Boston on adventures would write about this utterly ridiculous (yet totally amazing) tour guide they had on THEIR travel blogs and everything would be so cyclical. Ahh. Let us dream, dear readers.
*Okay, so last year I taught an after school program at an elementary school in a rough neighborhood. It was my first day, I’d never met these kids and soon I had about 12 kids running into my class to handle on my own. It went badly. And I’m not talking like, “I didn’t get to teach the objectives of my lesson plan” badly. I’m talking “concerned for the safety and lives of these children” badly. As in, at one point, one of the older girls managed to pick up a younger boy by his throat and throw him across the room. While the tiniest part of me was kind of impressed, the huge other part was horrified. And as the only adult in the room, I couldn’t very well leave and get help. It was rough and involved a lot more hauling kids off one another than I had been prepared for.
Dear Sweet wonderful daughter…. I am so glad to hear that you recovered well and quickly, because I now have the same “unpleasant” bug – bah!
You would make a truly AWESOME tour guide!