Living the Dream, Baby!

I left Boston on Sunday and did a short stop off in Plymouth, MA. Yes, Plymouth as in Plymouth Rock. I didn't go there for the history but to visit a friend instead. I don't know, staying there reminded me of the big party houses I encountered early on in my trip. There was a whole lot of binge drinking and not much else. (I know, I'm really showing my age with that statement.) These guys and their rough and tough Irish "Bahston" accent made me feel like I was in the movie Good Will Hunting. It was good to see my friend though. Also, in the name of adventure and randomness, I worked an unsanctioned freelance job for a day. (It's funny, when I was in Chicago's Chinatown with the Dutch Chinese girl, we ordered some food in Chinese and the shopkeeper was shocked. She vocalized that we looked Mexican because we were both so tan.) In any case, I guess this "Mexican" stole a gig from real hardworking Americans.

A strange recurring theme with the people I've met lately has been them saying what a great place it is there, to raise a family. Some say it rather matter-of-factly while others have directed it specifically to me. I don't know what that's supposed to mean. Though, there are a good amount of people I've known lately to get hitched and what not. But again, I'm not sure what that means to me.

Well, I left Plymouth on Wednesday and headed to Brooklyn, NY. I stopped off in New Haven, CT to tour Yale for an hour and then braved the crazy traffic into NYC. I admit it was pretty stressful and I can't imagine having to drive in the city regularly. Moreover, I've become so chill that I wasn't ready for the wave of rude NY drivers. Now, Brooklyn is hardly Zihuatanejo (far from it) but nevertheless, it's where I came to greet my good friend, share some drinks, and toast to solid enduring friendships. He was lucky enough to be the first to hear the uncensored version of my travels. I'll probably be in NYC for 3 more days. At the moment, I'm staying in a hotel in New Jersey. Yes, a hotel because sometimes one just needs to relax comfortably and unwind alone. Plus, my car is safe here, unlike Brooklyn. Anyways, after here I should be back in Maryland. (Unless I can't go home again, as Thomas Wolfe suggests)

Yale University


The Brooklyn "loft" where I stayed for one night. Notice the low head room. This room ain't cheap either. That's the city for you.