I live in California now.
I left Boston three weeks ago yesterday and embarked on an adventure, documented on Instagram under #crosscountryrachel. More on that later.

For now, here’s a post, inspired by the late, great, Nora Ephron, on what I’ll miss and what I won’t miss about Boston.

What I Won’t Miss
slipping on ice
humidity-tainted hair
everyone always complaining about the weather
the coldness
being far from my family
rotaries
inefficiently placed roads and streets
the MBTA
particularly, the orange line
and also the green line
expensive avocados
bad Mexican food

What I’ll Miss
fall
changing seasons
the first snow
the coldness
my church community
Render Mondays
walking through the Public Garden in the spring when the tulips are in
JP Licks
being close to Vermont
being close to New York
being close to Europe
being an East Coaster
the view of the city when riding the red line to and from Cambridge
buttery lobster rolls

I’ve been reading Billy Crystal’s book on my kindle during my commute to and from my temp job, and it makes my ride on the T drastically better. Have you been on the orange line during rush hour lately? It’s kind of dreadful. Anyway, I love these types of books because they make me feel like I’m reading a friend’s blog, and I love my friends and I love blogs. I’ve particularly enjoyed Billy’s (we’re on a first-name basis since becoming friends) book because of the perspective on life that he’s unknowingly imparting to me.

He writes about getting old, and shares anecdotes on aging, as well as emphasizing the importance of dental hygiene. He also writes about his career, a topic of which I’m most interested in, since When Harry Met Sally is my favorite movie. In one chapter, he begins by sharing how he was anxious about turning forty, because it seemed like he was running out of time in life. But, as it turned out, his forties were “one of the most fertile and successful times in [his] career.” He couldn’t have known that at thirty-nine. Or at at twenty-seven, when his career was only just beginning. I’m sure if someone had told him who he would become, he wouldn’t have believed it. He couldn’t have imagined it. But now, he can look back and see how everything lined up and worked out, how the small pieces of the puzzle that is his life were slowly coming together to form a great picture, one that he couldn’t see before because he was just too close. But now it’s crystal clear.

Sometimes we need these reminders to help us reorient our perspectives. And to remind us of the importance of flossing.

Hello 2017. You are like a breath of fresh air. Welcome.

Here are some random thoughts and goings-on:

La La Land is one my new favorite movies. I just watched it for a second time today and it was even better this time around. Go see it immediately.

One of my new year’s resolutions is to eat more tacos. I’m considering ordering this to guide me along.

Thanks to the Bible Project, and their app, I read through the entire Bible in 2016. I fell behind about a quarter into the year, but that’s the beauty of being unemployed–you have lots of time on your hands for catching up. I’ll be embarking on this journey this year as well (though, hopefully, as an employed member of society). Join me!

Speaking of reading, in my attempt to return to my former life as a reader, I read twelve books in the last three months. Hoping to read at least twelve more this year.

I rearranged my room yesterday in honor of the new year and it’s amazing what a difference a little change like this can make.

I recently got contact lenses, thanks to an eye doctor friend of mine. I still plan on wearing my glasses the majority of the time, but it’s nice to have options.

I’m thinking about bringing hoop earrings back into my life, but there’s already a hoop in my nose. Is that too many hoops? There’s a lame “jumping through hoops” joke in there somewhere…

I’m going to be 29 very soon. The default next sentence would be “I feel so old.” But the truth is, I actually don’t. I remember when I was 15 years old, and I thought that 18 was SO old. My life would basically be over by the time I reached that age. And now here we are. And I feel young. And that’s good.

I’ll leave you with this:

“To write a diary is to make a series of choices about what to omit, what to forget.”
–Sarah Manguso

Happy New Year!

Today I have been funemployed for exactly nine months, and it has been wonderful. I’ve traveled to many places, as shown above, and done the typical broadening of horizons that should occur when one embarks on such a journey. Life is fun. But now it’s time to get a job. Here’s to the next adventure.