This city is kicking my ass. If you don't move at a rapid pace all the time, you will get run over. I was so tired riding the T back home tonight that I seriously considered curling up against the person next to me and falling asleep. I need a hug. When I get back home, I plan on sleeping through the end of December. Despite the utter exhaustion at times, it took the chaos of the city to show me how stable and comfortable with myself I really am. I'm not afraid to talk to strangers on the train and I'm not afraid to venture out on my own. I have learned that I can truly trust myself and my decisions and that most of the time I handle life pretty level-headed. I really believe that is the point in life. So many people try to find strength and comfort and love in another person, but if you can find it in yourself, you don't have anything standing in your way. You have to stay true to yourself, because in the end, that's all you will have. So that's what I'm doing.
Another thing I thought of on the train home was how I could save some cash while I'm out here:
1. Crash family reunions in the Commons and pretend I know "Bob" or "Carol" and get into line with my paper plate when the food comes out and then sneak off with some barbecue.
2. Fill up my old water bottles with city water. (So far, I haven't died from some cholera related illness so I think Massachusetts water is ok for everyone, except maybe pregnant women).
3. Borrow things (tissues, q-tips) from different people in the house so no one suspects that I am mooching off of them.
A bit of a beaten and battered H.
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