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.