I've been in Boston now for 2 months. There's definitely a lot of history here and I've seen some pretty cool things, like the Bunker Hill Monument (which looks like a mini-Washington Monument) and the USS Constitution. I've driven to Maine and New Hampshire, which may seen far, but each was only around 2 hrs to my destination. I've been to Cape Cod. So many things that I never thought I'd do. That's the point of what I do right?
I love seeing new things and places, but it's starting to feel a bit lonely. It may just be this place. Work is okay, but I don't love it. Once again, there's mostly older ladies working there, which is fine and I like them, but it's hard to find people to go out and do things with.
They asked me to stay for another full assignment, which I refused. However I did agree to stay until the end of the year. I made my own timeline, 6 more weeks. I don't so much regret staying at all, but I do regret not saying 5 weeks. Then I could go home for Christmas and not worry about coming back for another week of work. Then I wouldn't once again be driving on New Years Eve. Oh well, I've made my proverbial bed and now I'll lie in.
Last weekend, I went home to the mitten for my cousin's wedding in Grand Rapids. It was so great to see so many family and friends that I haven't seen in a long time. It was hard to come back. This may also be where my melancholy is coming from...
