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So, thirteen hours after I left the Western Michigan University campus in Kalamazoo, I've made it to Kenmore Square in Boston. I had the distinct displeasure of watching the 57 bus close its doors and pull away from the curb as I ran up the stairs from the train with my suitcase. Now I'm lurking and hoping the next bus will defy precedent and not be in another half an hour. Alas, late Sunday night is the only time this bus runs on schedule - 2-3 times an hour instead of 6-8. Another bus just got in, but the driver parked it and went into the train stop. Boo! And I had such good baggage claim and blue and green line karma going!
But in any case I'm all in one slightly frazzled piece, and I'm looking forward to my own bed and also freedom and appropriate food within walking distance or reachable by bus.
Argh, now it is a number 8 bus. I just want to be home!
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