Six month anniversary

Well, it's official! Jared and I have lived in Boston for a full six months now. Which I think is really strange since I got back from France last week and graduated from high school last month, but my trusty calendar assures me it's been six months.

While we've got most of the city basics down (the T, ignoring the world while walking downtown, living with other apartment neighbors, take-out food, etc) there are still some things I will never understand about Boston:
Aversion to even an inch of snow. This is New England, not Atlanta people!
Boston fashion. I know it's a college town, but sometimes I wonder if getting dressed in the dark is the norm around here.
Intense patriotism... for 18th century America. Ask any native Bostonian and they'll tell you that the rest of America totally still owes them for existing.
Obsession with local news. Every station has the 5 o'clock news, the 6 o'clock news, some have the 7 o'clock news, the 10 o'clock news and the 11 o'clock news. But if you tune into any of these channels half the broadcast will be about the corrupt government workers and the other half will be discussing whether or not Tom Brady really is engaged.
The complete inefficiency of the MBTA. That's the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority. Any how they think that running 4 trains one behind another, all single cars, with no trains afterward for 30 minutes at rush hour on a Friday is good planning perplexes me to no end.

So here's to another six months in Boston... at which point Jared will be halfway done with his Master's degree, I will have worked in the "real world" for an entire year, and we might - just might - have a bit more insight on the wacky world of New England.