Am finally in Boston. Fortunately it was an uneventful transition, unlike the last trip to Manhattan. It feels extremely strange to no longer be living alone. Am now staying at the International Guest House on Beacon Street, and it’s very reminiscent of living in the dorm in Spring 2004 with Sofiya, Alicia and Amanda, right down to the mealtimes and nonexistent cell reception (thank God was able to coax the wireless Internet connection to life). Have not been to Boston in over a year, and had almost forgotten how beautiful it is. Will spend the rest of the week getting reacquainted with Newbury Street, Copley Place and Prudential Center, before the TEFL training starts next week.
All this being said, HOW IT IS POSSIBLE THAT THERE IS NO BLOODY HSBC IN A CITY LIKE BOSTON IS COMPLETELY BEYOND ALL HUMAN COMPREHENSION.