JP Licks, Davis Square, 8:30 PM
I was walking from Davis Square back to my apartment today when I saw my friend Hing, sitting on a bench, eating an ice cream. This kind of thing has happened non-stop since I moved here. I knew, logically, that this would happen. It’s a pretty tiny neighborhood and everyone I know who lives here (there are a lot of people. A lot.) lives within ten minutes walking distance from me. So I figured I’d see people I know pretty often.
But I didn’t think it would happen all the time. I mean, every time. I’ll walk through Davis Square and run into my best friend, some dude I made out with several drunken times, my neighbor, random acquaintances. This, I think, is what it must be like to live in a tiny town, only with almost exclusively twenty-somethings, all of the benefits of a major city, and (probably) less suffocation.
For the most part, like tonight, I love it. Hing and I hung out for a while and then headed back to my apartment and had super awesome friendship time. (This means he got drunk and watched me cook and eat dinner, and then we assembled my immersion blender.)
There are the more awkward parts, I guess. I mean, I don’t really like seeing former make out partners on a daily basis. But I don’t think that’ll ever outweigh the good parts**.
In conclusion, yayyyyyyyyyyyy!
**Hey, maybe this is because I have so many stupid things happen to me on such a regular basis that things that would be terrible for normal people are not awkward for me. Like, I’ve built up a tolerance, a la Wesley in The Princess Bride, and what would ruin you is like a regular day for me, whatever.
