The New Life!

The belief that you need a change, stems from the monotonies of your everyday life. I can say the same thing happened to me. Although, along with the ‘monotonies’ bothering me, I really wanted to escape. My failures and sadness. I wanted to start all over again. That’s precisely what was going on in my mind when I got on that plane. I didn’t know what I was heading for and to be honest I didn’t  care. I wanted to take it on and so began my journey into the wilderness of the ‘new world’. After a grueling twenty three hour flight, with a stop over at Amsterdam, I arrived in Boston. The place I would be for the next two years of my life.

We got down at the airport. We walked out, we didn’t expect anyone to show up. It wasn’t there in the plan anyways. We took our luggage, walked out asking our way into the city. It’s quiet interesting how Logan International Airport is placed right on the outskirts along the ocean. It’ actually feels as if we are entering Boston from there on or may be I was too excited. Everything seemed grand. We called a cab. I took out the piece of paper and read it, aloud. The cabbie asked.

“Should I take from Mass. Ave?”

After taking a considerable amount of time deciphering the accent and comprehending what was actually being asked, we looked at each other.

“It’s our first time around. We don’t know”

“Okay”

Stupid immigrants. He probably would have thought. It was cold, as we drove towards our destination cool, strong wind hit our faces. Finally we arrived. Mission Main, the place is called and we were on the Smith Street. 12 C is the Apartment we need to go. Leaving the cab you understand that it’s the first payment you are going to make. The cabbie is the first guy who bites into your wallet. $ 40, my first ‘huge’ payment. Actually it could have been $ 37.5 but then we had a lesson in ‘tipping’ for two and a half dollar. Very important. Although I believe it collides with the idea of a free country but anyways, I am just an immigrant on student visa.

Whenever you go to a new place, and ‘plan’ to call it your home for next two years. You logically first figure out the place where you would stay. I had not done that part of the process, all I had done was told a person that I was coming and to arrange for a temporary accommodation. Irresponsible, but then God has his way of working. I found good friends, once whom I can cherish all my life and love, which gave me a purpose in this otherwise vacuous daze called life.