Update:

I got a job in Boston working for the same educational publishing company that I interned for in Columbus. With 3 1/2 months under my belt, I feel fairly acclimated to the work, the people and the office and am pretty thankful that I was given this opportunity. It's a job that I really wanted, that I felt qualified for, in a location that I was thrilled about, and it was the first job for which I even interviewed. Pretty fortunate, if you ask me.

Life in Boston has been pretty fast-paced. I lived with my parents in New Hampshire until the beginning of September so that did require about a month and a half of commuting 3 hours a day. Now that I live in Cambridge, a short T ride away from downtown, I have much more free time to explore the city, meet people, get to know people better, etc. etc.

I have met some amazing people at work. In fact, if it weren't for work, I probably wouldn't have more than 2 friends here. Some things that I've done with my new work friends:
Harvey Danger farewell tour concert
Sam Adams Brewery Tour (free!)
Lake Winnepesomething, Cape Cod, Halloween, book/scrapbooking club, trivia nights with four girls from the office.
Running with Leah, my new running buddy--she's training for a 10k in December, I'm training for a half marathon in February
"Sleep No More," a crazy, weird, creepy but AWESOME play

This isn't to say there haven't been some more "down" times and general loneliness associated with moving to a new city. First, my parents moved down south, as in Texas, recently (yes I knew they would be doing this when I took the Boston job) and that's been a little bit of an adjustment. I grew quite used to having them around. The bright side is now that they're gone, I've been able to settle into my life a bit more and embrace the idea of living in an expensive city on a tiny budget. With the 'rents in town, it was quite easy to go home on the weekends to avoid spending money and to accept the offer to buy my groceries. Ok, I really miss that last part. And their company, of course.

Second, sometimes I forget that I've only been here 3 1/2 months and I start to reminisce about having people around me who have known me for longer. Having moved around a little when I was younger, making new friends is not something I'm a stranger to, and there's definitely a positive side to it--you get to reinvent yourself in a way and you have the benefit of having learned from mistakes no one around you has seen you make. I, for one, make mistakes on a pretty frequent basis, so this really is a giant perk. At the same time, I know my friends back at OSU are friends with me despite this. Will new friends be the same way?

The other day, when I was thinking about these few things that were getting me down, the realization hit me that this is what I was waiting for all last year when I was sitting in my apartment in Spain, bored (yeah, even in Spain), and wishing that I had more of a life. Working just two days a week in a place that doesn't seem like they really need you, aka my school in Cambil, doesn't quite satisfy the need I have to be doing something useful. Now, I'm actually working and even though I'm at the bottom of the publishing food chain and it is a fairly straightforward job, I'm actually doing something. I have a life here that can actually grow into permanence, unlike Spain, and I like the life. I can picture myself sitting in the living room back on Calle d/ Adarves Bajos and trying to imagine what I would be doing once I moved back to the U.S. and where I would be living and now I'm just doing it.

This is a long, disjointed post, but I needed to write down that last part in case I forgot about it.