As much as I hate Boston, I think that moving to a city where I was completely alone was the best thing I could have done for myself. It didn't magically fix anything, but I've learned a lot in the past year that I wouldn't have if I'd stayed.
I'm comfortable going places alone now.
Apparently a friend of mine in Tuscon has been using me as proof that girls don't get raped simply because they go places by themselves. It's funny, half the time I'm told I'm lucky to be alive and the other half I'm being used as the poster child for female travel safety. Sometimes when I get home and go to bed I think about how lucky I've been and how stupid some of the shit I've pulled is. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Boston has also made me realize that there is nowhere like New Jersey. Last night a few of us were sitting on my friend's kitchen counters cracking funeral jokes, which of course led to Clerks references (You knocked the casket over!-Well, it's not like it matters if she breaks anything.) which led to me explaining how whenever I'm out of state and people ask me about New Jersey I always ask if they've seen Clerks. Not only is it a Jersey movie where they actually talk like we do, but that movie could be about almost any kid that grew up in Central Jersey - shit, I even used to hang out behind the counter in a video store I didn't work in. Everyone on the counter paused for a second, before the uncertain chorus of "yeah, me too." That was the first time since I've been back that I've really felt at home.
The "N" key is broken on my keyboard and it is really pissing me off. Last week it was the 6 button, what the fuck!?
I don't really know where this post is going, so I'm going to cut it off now.
song of the day: Trash Rules Everything Around Me - Wingnut Dishwashers Union
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