since i no longer have an office job, and my lease is expiring in 2 months, and i've lived in boston for a whopping 3.5 years, my subconcious has been compiling a list of places i'd like to move to.
they are listed in no particular order.
- iowa. and i don't mean a big city in iowa (are there any?). i imagine iowa to be the antithesis of boston, with $70/mo getting you acres and acres of jackhammer-free land in which you can play halo at full volume regardless of the hour. also someone told me the girls there are cute.
- alaska. i've wanted to live there ever since second grade. do they have good indian restaurants there?
- england or wales. all of my favorite musical interests are from there: radiohead, zeppelin, aphex twin, zwan... well not all but enough. i figure me and my mates would form a band and i could learn to dread travelling like my friends phik and nat and then begin my decent into madness which culminates with me in drug rehab so i can learn to appreciate things better.
- canada. at least during hockey season.
some places i will never move to, ever. again, in no particular order.
- california. i fear earthquakes almost as much as doctors. also, it's going to take something momentous to get me behind the wheel of a car.
- pittsburgh. i don't think this needs an explanation.
- anywhere that doesn't have real seasons. (some would argue that 40 degree nights in june do not constitue real seasons.)
- east cambridge. i don't know what those smells are, and i don't want to know.
i really do like that there are good thai, vietnamese, and indian restaurants, in addition to a supermarket, ice cream place, t stop, and soon, a subway within like 5 minutes of my apartment.
yesterday the super asked me if my ceiling was still leaking. i said i didn't think so, but i wasn't sure because i had a vague recollection of it leaking, but i wasn't sure if i was dreaming or not. it leaked this morning.