Tuesday, September 09, 2008

If you don't change the direction you are headed...

... you will end up where you are going.

I'm gonna focus on the apartment search first, because that aspect has been the most fun. Where I was going to spend my first independent year in Boston was crucial. I looked around places in Cambridge, and it reminded me too much of my trouble-making youth. I always escaped the confines of my "dry town" which was hardly apparent, since I rarely bought the liquor I drank. Cambridge was our liberating commy refuge that accepted us for the pink-haired people that we were. Although areas of this city were promising and far from my teenage surroundings, I decided to venture into other neighborhoods.

I had made some ground-breaking decisions before this move that set the precedent for my ideal living situation. Now that I have successfully paid off school, I will no longer subject myself to the ghetto. It's about time that I experience my success. I also decided that I'm living alone, which is exciting because I have never not had a roommate before. For those, who exclaim 'oh you'll get lonely,' I will not. Everyday I will wake up and decide on my own time, when I will use the kitchen, TV or shower. On my own time.

So anyway, I ran a pole amongst friends and asked where young professionals are living, and South Boston came up frequently. When I initially heard "Southie", my initial thoughts were stories about my dad going into the Old Colony Housing Projects with my Uncle Jack to pick up a bag of potato flakes, and carrying a slab of metal and a baseball bat in case someone tried to fuck with them.

I knew that parts were up and coming, I just wasn't sure which parts. When I taught windsurfing, I would often volunteer at the Harry McDonough Sailing Center on Pleasure Bay . I loved it, the beach, the sailing, the planes. So, I agreed to look around in the area. The first three places were okay: bad paint job , crazy Irish landlord lady, sketchy pub nearby, all good things, but they didn't fit the criteria of no longer living in the ghetto, so I moved on. I stumbled blindly into a realtor and asked if they offer rentals, and that's how I saw my apartment for the first time.

After the 3 floor walk up, I opened the door to this beautiful wooden cottage-type atmosphere with a large living space and bay window. I had already decided that this would be my apartment. The previous tenants were still there and had left kiteboarding gear everywhere. It was a sign. Then I realized that there was no bedroom. I went up another set of stairs to reveal a bedroom taking up the top floor which led out to a large outdoor deck that overlooks the ocean. Hanging over the deck railing were a few drying wetsuits from the tenants who had recently gone kiteboarding. The ocean was only two blocks away.

I move in this weekend, I can't wait. I just know that it's gonna be tough moving out of Jersey City and into South Boston in 3 days.

Next post will be about career moves and new projects stemming from being in a new city.

"If you say 'think outside the box' then you're still in it." -NPR