Jon

So I really should be in bed right now. Seriously. I left Boston College at 11 40 and it took me 3 hours to get home, a little ridiculous. I ended up walking from Forest hills (the last Orange line subway stop) home, which is usually a fifteen minute bus ride because the last bus wasn't starting and it still had to wait for the last commuter train to come in. But that's not why I'm writing this, that would not be worth comment.

Why I'm writing this is because all that crap with the T gave me a chance to meet an amazing person. His name is Jon, he just graduated from Conneticut College with a degree in Math and a minor in chemistry and now he's going to BU for a MT program. He moved to Boston with a friend, who he share the third floor of a house with (which his friend's uncle owns, whom they're renting from) and is experiencing much of the same difficulties I'm having getting used to living in a house with people that you don't know or ever see, but whom you can hear all the time. He really wants to go see the West Coast sometime, especially California and the Redwoods, and Portland and Seattle as well. He agrees that people in big cities on the East Coast are pretty cold and live in the ultra fast lane without wanting to talke to anyone, and, like me, he'd much rather get to know people. He's just a really cool guy.

I learned all this on my walk from the end of the orange line home, because as I walking he was walking in the same direction and asked where I was going, and when we reached the conclusion we were going the same way he asked if I'd like to be walking buddies to make the walk home a little safer for each of us, seeing as how we we're both gypped by the T (he was coming home from the Red Sox game). The half hour walk home seemed like just a few minutes because of the awesome conversation we had walking back, and I found out he lives just a few blocks away from me. It's a real pitty I'm moving this Sunday, otherwise I might be in touch with him. I should've gotten a phone number or e-mail or something, but it was really late and we both wanted to get home.

and even if it hadn't been, there's something to be said about meeting someone at 2 in the morning while you're walking home, walking and talking with them, and not really having any proof that it ever happened. It reminds one that the world is full of people who can change your life, give you a new perspective, or just keep you company on the way home. All you have to do is introduce yourself.


Love,

Garrett

P.S. Goodnight.