Life has changed a lot for me recently; as if moving across the country a year ago wasn't enough change to keep me satisfied for a while.
A few weeks ago I quit one of my jobs, working close to full-time as an admin assistant for Planet Fitness. This is one of the best moves I've done in a long time (I can say that because I haven't run out of money yet). Even though I loved my co-workers, the lack of flexibility for my position made it nearly impossible to pursue all the other things I'm doing, and finding something where I can work less hours made sense.
Two days after my last day at work, I sold a pair of boots I'd had on Etsy since November. Then I realized I've been charged for four months of Hulu Plus that I didn't actually have, and got a refund from that. Then when we went to Boston, I knew I'd spent more money than I should have being that I just quit my job, and came home to find the exact amount I'd spent sitting in a card on the kitchen table for me as a thank you for singing at a funeral earlier that week.
This might all seem really random to some people, but this kind of thing literally never happens to me. I never find a dollar in my pocket. I never win scratch off tickets. I think I am actually naturally slightly unlucky - (today I spilled half a cup of coffee all over myself and very narrowly missed the keyboard of my laptop), so when random money keeps turning up it feels like a little bit more than coincidence. Either way, I'm extremely grateful for it all, and these little things have been a great indicator for me that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
One of the great things about moving to the east coast is that even in a short distance, there are a lot of amazing and diverse places to travel to. A few weeks ago I revisited Ithaca (now that the steps aren't covered in ice)...
... and then last week went and explored Boston.
I was only there for two days, but I loved every minute of it. Aside from being a great city, it was really good for my soul to travel and explore somewhere new. My phone died a lot, which was great, because then I had to pay attention to the people around me and use my real camera.
I stayed with my good friend Chadd, who I've known for years from back in NY. He's been living in Boston for a few years now and was kind enough to not only host us, but make us breakfast, and then later entertain us. Chadd's street name is "Wacky Chadd", and he's a professional stunt comedian. If you ever get the opportunity to watch his show, it's definitely worth checking out. He's pretty funny, for a comedian.
Chadd isn't the only one who put on a good show in Boston. I also met a humpback whale who put on a pretty good show - which for a humpback whale, a good show is basically slapping your tail against the water. It was pretty exciting. And extremely windy. 4 year old Rebecca would have had a heart attack, because 4 year old Rebecca was afraid of blowing away.
Along with spying on Humback Whales, I was also spying on everyone else on the ship.
This is Lynn. Lynn was standing near us when we were first getting on the ship, and told me she cried the first time she saw a whale. She's a chemist who lives in Minnesota, and gave me really great travel advise for when I go to Norway someday, because she's been there a lot. "Just do it" was some of the best advise she had. She was also really supportive and encouraging of my business even in the short time we were chatting.
"Make it clear what people are going to get. Tell them how much it is, and what that includes, up front. People won't even bother with you if they're not sure how much it will cost or what exactly they'll be getting."
I basically spent our trip in Boston spying on people and things. I'd forgotten how much I love spying - but this trip was an awesome reminder of how interesting and wonderful people are, and how much I actually do care to get to know them.
Thinking Cup was recommended to me by a friend in Seattle, and while I didn't get to try too many different coffee shops, this one definitely did the trick. They serve Stumptown, which is one of my favorites. If you can sit me down with a macaroon and a pretty cappuccino I'll be a very happy camper. If I were camping with a pretty cappuccino and a macaroon I'd probably have a heart attack because I love those three things so much I probably couldn't take it.
Falling asleep... Boston, Part II coming tomorrow.