A day of Boston
We're in Boston for a full day cos the bus comes in the evening, so we ate at Chinatown (rofl don't ask me, it's the boys) and are making our way to Fenway Park, home of the Red Sox. All I know about Red Sox is that it was the name of a Shetland pony I used to be fond of (although my favourite was Black Star). But the Smiths (lovely people!) got my a t-shirt from there which unfortunately was too large, so I have to change it. I'm happy to go, actually, and see the place.
Boston seems very disabled-people-friendly. There are loads of wheelchair access, separate restrooms for the blind, etc. On the other hand, the train system is an enigma I am surprised by every half an hour. But I suppose most people use cars, and so are unperturbed.
Had a good conversation with my uncle in the car this morning-- he was a refreshing fount of mediated criticism, who used concise but neutral language, had none of the brashness and arrogance of the boys I spend too much time with lately. I was agreeing with his views but more so his delivery, and for the first time in my life also realizing the need for myself to be able to articulate the same as well as he. If I were to state one main quest of this journey across the States, it's (depressingly but necessarily for me) to discover how essentially, everyone has to fend for themselves. Therefore, it's not enough to know who you want in your likeminded community; you also have to be able to champion that stance you're going for. And as my uncle said, you need the vocabulary/framework... that's something I've been very irresponsible about.
Some self-discovery is also coming through chess. Can it be that, even now in my twenties (omfg), I'm still merely reacting to my surroundings? This has got to stop!
Sorry LJ, I take such long hiatuses and then come back spamming super introspective stuff again that I'm admittedly not really bothering to contextualize even. But on this trip I'm feeling incredibly frustrated, and one of the reasons is how when you are the only girl in a party, unless the boys are actively trying to include you, you become automatically excluded from most of what is going on. It's taking me all my willpower to not be bitter and resentful... we have 5 weeks to go. I want to come out of this stronger.
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