Oh, Boston is a funny place, and today was no different. It all started with a homeless man yelling at me…
I went down Boylston Street today to grab some lunch and run some errands. Boylston, like all streets in Boston, is marked with multiple sites of historical importance—both old and new. Because of these important landmarks (Boston Public Library, Trinity Church, and Boston Marathon Finish Line to name a few), Boylston is usually filled with people. If you take the minute to look up from your electronic device, you see a melting pot of people. There are the tourists that are easily spotted with maps in hand and cameras around wrists; the fancy business woman power walking down the sidewalk in her pumps as she sips her Starbucks and talks on her cell phone. If you’re lucky you’ll see a man in a full bear costume playing a keyboard, and he plays it quite well I might add! There’s a smattering of homeless people around the corners and always in front of the Apple Store. One of these homeless men is what brings me to write this today.
As I was walking, I heard a man yelling. In such a short time in Boston I’ve come to ignore all the random yelling and horn honking that goes on around me because it is literally happening all the time! However, as the yelling continued I realized it was coming up behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see a man trotting up behind me yelling about my hair. Yes, my hair of all things. I’m not entirely sure what his argument was, but apparently my hair had drawn his attention. I told him I had to keep going because I had to go back to work, but he was fairly persistent. He was also hard to understand. I tried to pretend I knew what he was saying and told him it’s called ombre, and that I had it done in Utah. Now people were starting to slow down and watch. I told him thank you (again, I’m not sure for what) and that I had to keep going. He continued to yoller at me as I walked away, but he was quickly replaced by a woman.
As I tried to keep weaving my way through cameras and strollers and Starbucks cups, a kind-faced, blonde woman stopped me and asked me where I did get my hair done. I told her Utah and she mentioned how it must have caught the man’s eye for some odd reason or another. I gave her a polite smile and laugh and tried to keep on my way. I’ll be darned…she followed me too. However, she was slightly easier to understand as she asked me why I had moved to Boston. I told her my husbands job and we had just graduated. She asked if I was liking Boston, and I told her it was good but a bit of an adjustment. She then tells me that she is a card reader and that I have a lot of energy around me. Hm, well, that’s funny since it is Friday afternoon, I made the mistake of wearing boots that pinch my toes and I’d just really like to go home where I don’t have to talk to people—unless you count Steve as person. At this point I really wondered if I had a crazy magnet stuck to me today, but then she surprised me.
She told me that she senses a lot of confusion in my life right now. She said I was confused and sad about my career, but very happy in my marriage. She said it may seem like there’s emptiness in my life I’m trying to fill with something important, but I haven’t found it yet. She said she sees a lot of people, but I was different because there was a lot of happiness and contentedness surrounding me, but also a lot of confusion. She said that’s a very rare combination.
I’ll be honest, I was impressed! I am happy in my marriage, and the longer I am married to Steve, the more I realize there is literally nobody else in the world I want to annoy for the rest of my life. However, I am very confused about my career right now. I worked for 6 years to get my degree, and the more I try to get certified in Massachusetts the more discouraged I get. I like my new job and can see myself here for several years, but I also feel that I only have a few years before I pass on my amazing genes to a baby and that I want to make these next few years really matter! I want to teach! I also want a baby! But then I think about how much I love sleeping till noon on Saturdays with Steve, and I think, better wait on that baby. But I am confused and a little bit empty inside, but I also have a wonderful husband who makes me very happy. And I have an incredible kitchen that I don’t have to share with roommates which also makes me happy! I am very happily confused!
I was pretty surprised at how right Bianca was about my life, and I started to really think that maybe she could “see the past, future and present” like her business card said. Maybe I really had met a psychic! But come to think of it, maybe she just repeated my answers back to me in a slightly diff
