Soon GayProf must turn his full attention to finding a place to live in Boston. I must confess feeling a wee bit of stress about that. One, I still have half-a-house hanging around my neck that needs to sell. Buying that house with liar ex (who told many lies)? Worst.Idea.Ever.
The other part of the stress involves figuring out how to navigate the Boston housing market. From my remote location, I have already deduced that Boston apartment agents operate in two modes: complete apathy or extreme over-enthusiasm. So far most of the things that I wanted rented within hours. One less than zealous agent gave me the stunning advice, “You know, Boston isn’t Texas.” Um, gee, thanks. It’s been some time since somebody made feel totally incompetent.
Grad school in the Midwest and working in Texas has made me soft. Soft, I say! Time to resurrect my harsh urban-life skills. Wait, did GayProf ever have harsh urban-life skills? Hmmm – I might need to develop those from scratch.
Time to turn to popular culture for reference. How would That Girl's Ann Marie handle this apartment hunt? Oh, right, she would just whine and have Donald solve her problems for her. Damn you, sexist pop-culture reference! Damn you!
All these agents always want to work out details on the phone. Who uses the phone anymore? What’s wrong with e-mail? Wasn’t it invented so that I didn’t have to, you know, actually talk to people? Come on, help a misanthrope out.
Whatever the case, I am sure the cosmos will act in my favor and I will land a decent place when I visit Boston later this month. I will think about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.
In the meantime, my invisible jet has been fully gassed-up and I am leaving for New Mexico today. For the next few nights, I will enjoy all that the northern part of the Land of Enchantment can offer.
Here are some things that I am looking forward to in New Mexico:
Being asked “Red or Green?”
Access to decent coffee that is not from a corporate conglomerate nightmare or a creepy-Christian vendor.
Astounding natural beauty.
Not so-astounding city scapes.
Allowing the dry desert air to clean out all of the Texas mold that collected in my lungs.
Sopapillas, with honey.
Margaritas, on the rocks, no salt.
Being in a state with mandatory bilingual access for all government services.
Being in a state that tied with New York as leading the country in LGBT laws. Have I mentioned that before?
Residing in a state with a longer history (both indigenous and colonial) than almost anywhere else in the U.S.
Tossing my wedding band into the Rio Grande, as previously mentioned.
Watching the local news filter any national/global story based on its immediate relevance to New Mexico – clearly the epicenter of the universe.
Having time to work on my current research project. I vaguely remember research. Allegedly, I am paid to do research – allegedly.
While I am away, I expect that you all will analyze the previous post’s photos as often and as closely as others have inspected the Zapruder film. See you soon.