One week into Boston, oddness.

I've been in Boston for a week, and haven't blogged. Why? Well, I'm oddly out of it.

Can you imagine a small mean looking mythical figure of some sort, tiny and pure evil, with boots of metal, dancing around the inside of your skull? Perhaps a redcap, or something of the ilk.

That's what the last weeks been like. It's come and it's gone, and they sell panadol in giant bottles here, so I've been coping. But its definitely put me out of sorts.

Something else has been making me ill, which has doubled with the headaches (or caused them) to make that wonderful combination of hot, cold, sweaty, shivering and aching.

That's been my week. Hasn't lent itself to making me functional.

Accordingly, I've wandered around Boston a little, enough to really like it here. It's such a beautiful city/megalopolis. I don't feel any of the crowding or danger that was omnipresent in NY. The Big Apple was very much about people being crammed into too little space. Here, it just feels more spacious.

Strangely, some parts really strongly remind me of Dunedin. A lot of the houses are about the same age, or at least show a similar taste in design. That old cold Dunedin flat style, high ceilings, wooden floors, funny staircases. Except here, they keep the places warm, which is nice.

I'm currently staying at a hostel, trying to find some more permanent housing. Before this I was crashing on the floor of a friends room. Couldn't keep that up indefinitely. Looking at some places tomorrow. If those don't pan out, I'll figure out something. I always do.

Hope everyone else is doing well, and had an awesome Feb 29th, the day that doesn't exist.

Rock on.
TB