So, the one piece of life that is missing thus far in Boston (except for the whole I don’t have a job thing) is a parking pass. See, Massachusetts requires that you turn your driving life over to them when you move into a Boston neighborhood in order to get a neighborhood parking pass. Not a problem right?
No. Problem. See, my parents and I have been having trouble cutting the “I’m an adult cord” for some time now (both sides are guilty), and so a bulk of the paperwork I need for the Massachusetts registration process for the car is in my Dad’s name, so that I’m unable to be like, “Yeah, that’s my Matrix.” And unfortunately, at the time I was figuring all this out, my parents are rolling around the country (and the Caribbean) on their Retirement Tour. It is sort of tough to change the name on a Title and Registration in Brazos County, Texas when one is on a Disney Cruise sipping a drink in the Caribbean.
So, until about mid-September, when they get back from their latest impromptu Disney Cruise, my car is thankfully parked at the home of family outside of the city (thank goodness for family!), so that I can hopefully avoid another ticket and towing (once is enough Boston, thank you very much).
So, until then, Eugene and I are walkers and public transportation takers, which, is awesome, because Boston is a very walkable and train connected city, and it doesn’t make life hard at all, especially when driving is actually harder here in Boston. I’m wondering how these next few weeks will influence my view of living in a large city, and on how the USA really should be more partial to this invention we call trains and subways, rather than relying on cars to get us from Point A to Point B.
Additionally, I’m wondering how long I’ll last until I write the city and demand that they decrease the number of stops that serves Boston University (3 directly, about 6 overall, it’s insanity.)
Until then… this will be me.