catch-up

I've been at my parent's house since Wednesday, cat-sitting. Andrew keeps saying we are house sitting, but we're cat sitting. The house can stay by itself for 5 days, but the cat cannot. Hence we are cat-sitting. And mooching off my parents while we are at it. Kitty is currently in the garage sitting on top of my mother's car. I'm such a good cat-sitter. I've locked the cat in the garage. Though to my defense, I have tried twice to get the cat to come upstairs, but he has absolutely no interest in it.

Yesterday Andrew and I went into the MOS to see Far, Far, Away at the Planetarium. It was pretty cool. Then we walked over to the Fours for lunch :) I heart The Fours. And then we decided just to walk to Gov't Center. But then once we got over there, we realized it was pointless not to just walk to Park St and get on the red line. But then we reasoned, why not just walk to Downtown Crossing? (excuse me, Washington Under as my father still insists on calling it). And of course, there's an incredible DSW at Dtwn Xing. So yeah, I have a new pretty pair of shoes. But I totally needed them. I had to throw away 2 pairs of black work shoes last week. Even Andrew agreed that I needed them. He did NOT agree that I needed the red patent leather shoes I found though :( They were too big, or else I would have fought harder for them.

It was pretty funny, on the train ride into the MOS, I looked at Andrew and started giggling. He was sitting on the T, wearing his battered Red Sox hat, drinking his DD iced coffee and putting away his sparkly green debit card. He was the epitome of Boston in that moment. It could have been a DD commercial. Or a Sparkly Green Debit Card Bank commercial.

Being back in Q-Town the past couple of days has been therapeutic for me. I'm not a suburban girl. I am a city girl. I like hopping on the T to go in town, not figuring out the commuter rail schedule, or driving a half hour to the T. I like driving past the ocean at every opportunity. I like smelling the salt air when I run down to get the mail. I belong here. I do not belong where I live. But thanks to the economic crisis and fact that housing market fell into the Grand Canyon, I will be there for a little while longer. But I'll get back here someday.

I drove past my house yesterday. Or I should say, the house that I lived in from the time I was 2 until I turned 25. I was not happy that the current owners of my house were cutting a perfectly healthy tree. There was nothing wrong with that tree. And it was easy to climb. Those people need to get the eff out of my house.