6:58 – Wake up. Look at watch. Roll over and pretend that I’m actually going to fall back asleep.

7:00 – Alarm goes off.

7:00:30 – Turn alarm off. Check ground for mice. Jump out of bed.

7:48 – Walk out door.

7:59 – Arrive Green Street Station.

8:03 – Get on train.

8:09 – Arrive Mass. Ave. Station.

8:09:25 – Arrive Mass Ave. CT1 bus stop. Take out book. Open book.

8:17 – Get on CT1 southbound.

8:17:15 – Re-open book. Read.

8:17:53 – Continue southbound. Ignore inane chatter. Continue reading.

8:18:14 – Chatter loudens. Ignore chatter. Turn page.

8:18:15 – Chatter loudens further. Look up. Observe people looking out window.

8:18:16 – Look out window. See bear. Look back at book.

8:18:16 – Look out window. See brown bear. Bus stops for light.

8:18:17 – Continue to look out window. Man in brown bear costume waves.

8:18:19 – Pinch self. Consider giving up caffeine. Man in bear costume moves to front of stopped bus.

8:18:22 – Man in bear costume dances. Attempts to elicit high-five from passing civilian. Bear moonwalks.  Seems to attempt electric slide.

8:19:48 – Light green. Bus moving again. Look out window. Bear waving.

8:24 – Arrive Newton Pavilion, Boston Medical Center. Proceed to [Diet] Coke machine.

It’s moments like these which make me wonder if the world is trying to tell me something…

After almost 3 months of living in Boston, it’s starting to feel pretty old hat. I’m at the point where I no longer think to myself “look, the Boston Public Library” every time I pass Copley Square, I no longer have go to certain T-stops just because that’s the only way I know how to get somewhere without getting lost, I don’t even have to look at the little signs in the stations to see which side of the track is inbound/outbound at most of the stations that I use. It seems the new environment feeling has pretty much worn off, and I’ve stopped noticing that “I’m in Boston.” That said, it’s fun to get reminders every once in awhile.

Yesterday, I went to Downtown Crossing to shop for full size sheets for the new bed I get to pick up on saturday when I move into my new apartment (yay!). After a successful excursion to Filene’s Basement ($25 for a very swanky sheet set–sweet!) I popped into Wendy’s to use their restroom. While slinking out the door (I always feel a little guilty when I haven’t actually bought anything) I walked into something slightly large and squishy. When I looked up it turned out to be Paul Revere. Really. Well…someone in revolutionary war garb, anyway, tri-cornered hat, britches, coat with tails, even those little glasses like the ones Benjamin Franklin wore. I said “excuse me” and watched him walk back to his table, where his wife and two children, all in similar attire, were all scarfing down burgers, fries, and frosties.

Yep, I’m still in Boston.