I joke that this job has led me to relate to The Trunchbull from Mathilda’s statement that the perfect school is one where there aren’t any children. Living in the same house as the students has been really stressful, but living by myself is pretty weird. Technically, I’m living with four other people, but it’s a big house and I never see them. It’s a little lonely.
The dining hall isn’t open because there aren’t any students, and so I’m on my own for meals this week. There’s a fridge, and a microwave, but no stove, or preparation space to speak of, and so my options are kind of limited. I don’t mind eating in a restaurant by myself, but I don’t love it, and it’s expensive, even if Embassy is supposedly going to pay me back, so I went to the grocery store today. I’ve done some grocery shopping for myself before, but there’s an art to it, and I haven’t quite got it yet. I wanted to buy things that were healthy, affordable, and didn’t take a lot of preparation, so I opted for sandwich thins, peanut butter, jelly, broccoli, sugar snap peas, bananas, and cherries.I know that the cherries and peas were kind of decadent, and I got pre-cut broccoli because I don’t have a knife or cutting board, and someone else is footing the bill. It’ll be pb&j for a week, but I’ve done that before, and I can go out if I get really bored.
I’m a little sad that this job is almost over. Things always feel like they’ll stay the way they are forever, and so I’m always a little unsettled by change. I’ll miss the city. I’ve liked living here, but I don’t plan on coming back to stay. Boston is great- it’s beautiful, and fun, and I love the Charles, and the Public Garden, but I wouldn’t live here. It doesn’t fit right. That doesn’t mean I don’t like it, but it isn’t for me in the long term.