So the just the day before last, I went up to Boston with Marcus to go apartment hunting. We found the perfect place, and we are currently applying. But that’s not the good part of this tale. First, I have to provide some back story. Boston streets aren’t the best. Marcus hates potholes. He feels that hitting enough of them causes his car to become unaligned. So I made fun of him for cursing every single pothole that he hits. So there we were, driving in Back Bay from Cambridge to get some dinner before we head home. It’s about 6:30. He hits a pothole. Not all that hard, but pretty hard. He gets pissed, then all of a sudden, warning lights go off. Low tire pressure. We pull over and I check the tires. He has a flat on his front drivers side tire. We pull into a parking lot, and I ask him if he knows how to change a tire. He has no idea, so I end up changing his tire for him. That alone is enough mockery to last a good month or two. But then we head to the closest Lexus dealership. They don’t have a spare and they don’t have anyone around to change it. We head to a Bridgestone, and they don’t have tires in stock. They send us to an NTB, and they say we have to get all the tires changed. His car is an all wheel drive model, and you have to change all the tires together, else the transmission will go. So long story short, he gets four new tires, we go out and have dinner, and we head back. I get home a bit past midnight.
So that was a much more interesting story when it was in my head. But the thing I am really taking away from it is that for the first time I really realized that I was in the city that was going to my new home. It hit me for the first time. And as much as I am looking forward to going, there’s still a lot that I’m leaving behind. More than I realized, after tonight. I have to go, because it’s the best thing for me to do right now. But there’s a part of me that will still wonder, “What if?”
Life is full of what ifs. And as much as we can tell ourselves that they don’t matter, they still factor into our thinking and decision making. So what does one do? I don’t know. If I ever find out, I’ll tell you.
