Boston

I jumped on the Long Island Rail Road at 1:19pm last Friday after writing my wrists off during a biochemistry exam that I somehow managed to be 5 minutes late for. My boyfriend's older brother, a newly successful lawyer living in Boston with a quaint two bedroom apartment with roof access, had invited me to spend the weekend there as Dan was coming out this way as a postponed Christmas gift. I never took a bus trip anywhere and I was a little nervous - but excited! It feels good to push myself out of my comfort zone.
I was running on three hours of sleep but didn't feel it. I had frantically packed my lime green backpack and grabbed a coffee from across the train station and jumped on the train to New York City. After arriving in Penn Station and making some phone calls to figure out where to hop on the MEGABUS, I meandered around the hustle and bustle of the station to people watch. I stood in a line for about 20 minutes with about 100 other twenty-somethings sending themselves off to Boston. Awesome.

It was a long, long, loooong ride - but for 30 bucks round trip who can complain - but I can't even describe the butterflies in my stomach when I saw Dan from across South Station. I forgot everything else.