Beantown and other places

Even though I've been getting to know Brookline for 5 months now, I've only just started to carve out a place to start pumping out new paintings.  I miss having fellow art folk everywhere to bounce ideas off of, but the solitary atmosphere ain't that bad.  I have a long table to organize my supplies, a comfy place to sit when my back needs a rest, a kitchen for snack breaks, and two rambunctious pet rats -- the perfect remedy for exhaustion and a foul mood.  It only took 5 months of creative lethargy.

Splitting my time between Endicott and Brookline indefinitely is not like living in Paris for a predetermined 4 months or living on a farm for the two months between the arrival and departure dates on a plane ticket.  There's no one saying "You're on a JOURNEY!! Enjoy it while it lasts!"  In Endicott, I'm surrounded by restaurants and houses I've grown up around, and I'm comfortable.  Endicott and I will be together til death do us part (which I mean quite literally.  Having my ashes spread at sea seems more appealing than a burial in a toxic plume.  No offense IBM.)

In Brookline, Boston is next door, and we can see each other whenever we want.  Lately I've just been going into the city for a movie, the MFA, or concerts.  It's casual.  No Duck Tours yet.  I think around the time I load up a Charlie Card for the first time and stop buying measly one-trip T tickets, I'll bring Beantown and I to the next level.  I'm guessing in the springtime, when the benches aren't so cold to the butt.