Love and travel

Hour two of sitting in Boston's Logan Airport, and I feel I've exhausted all internet wormholes. And then I remembered, "I write a blog!" Thank God for something to do for another 30 minutes while I wait for my flight to board.

The conference I went to was wonderful and exhausting. I got to hang out in the City and see all my friends. We didn't have Christmas, but I got to have dinner with Jennifer and Michael. Michael. He's still in love with me, I think. He proposed to me so I could get health insurance, but I really think he meant it seriously. We laughed and joked about a sham marriage, and then talked seriously about the implications of something like that. I've never been married (he has), and I still take it seriously. I know marriages have a 50% fail rate, but really everything in life is 50/50. You take a shot, but you do it for love.

I also got an email from a potential employer who wants to have an interview with me on Monday. The job is in another major city on the coast, not where I'm currently living, but I think that would be fine. Everywhere on this coast is within a day's drive or an hour flight. Jet Blue and such have cheap (under $50) deals sometimes, so it would be easy to get home for a weekend.

But would I want to live in THAT city? THE city of cities? I've been there a few times, and that's where my favorite baseball team is, but I've never thought of living there. It's super expensive, they say, but all the apartments I've looked at are on par with where I used to live. So we'll see. I have to get a job, first, before I start thinking about these things.