It was July, I’d gotten all my luggage back to Boston and it was time to plan my next move. My original plan was to go next to South America, backpack for up to 6 months, learn to speak Spanish, travel as many countries as possible, live cheaply, enjoy my 3rd summer in a row. Somehow that didn’t happen. Psychologically I wasn’t ready to undertake such a trip by myself and financially I wasn’t quite where I needed to be either. Instead, I procrastinated about what to do and ended up vegetating in Boston. Eventually as my savings deteriorated I reached the decision that it was time to end my holiday, settle down and get a job. I was still on holiday, but I wasn’t travelling, so trying to find some work seemed like the next best option.
I was still having fun in Boston for the most part, I met a bunch of Australian and New Zealanders through some rugby watching organised by their respective ex-pat societies and before long was organising pub crawls through Cambridge with them. I went along to an Australia Day in July party held in an Irish pub in the city, its turns out the Aussies here in Boston were sick of celebrating Australia Day (January 26th) during winter, so scheduled a celebration to occur during their Summer instead! I also made it out to a beach one day, one at a nice scenic little town called Manchester by the Sea. I was alarmed to learn that many of the beaches here are closed to the public with only local residents allowed, or for those that are public, a fee is required to use.
Despite having no interest in baseball, I did want to see every American sport at least once while I was here, therefore I was taken to a baseball game at the historic Fenway Park in Boston. I don’t even recall who the Boston Redsocks were playing that night, but it was an entertaining enough spectacle. Fenway isn’t a massive stadium by any stretch, but is one of the “classic” American baseball Stadiums still in use and every Redsocks home game at Fenway is sold out. Luckily I was accompanied by someone who knew a lot more about baseball than myself, therefore I had the rules well explained to me. Much like cricket, baseball isn’t always the most exciting sport to watch and games can sure drag on if no home runs are scored. This one didn’t though and the Redsocks managed a victory, though their closing pitchers choked fairly badly from what I was told.
Eventually the time came when a decision about future living arrangements needed to be made, the place in Cambridge where I was sub-leasing a room from my cousin Ariel was due to expire at the end of August. We came to a decision to keep the Rubins together and found an awesome apartment in Somerville a suburb just north of Cambridge. Before I knew it, a one year lease was signed and we were making
arrangements to move in on September 1. Just when I was about to finally admit defeat that my holiday was definitely over, a deal came my way out of nowhere that was too good to pass up.
The low-cost American airline JetBlue released a flight special – an Unlimited Boston Flight Pass, which for 3 months would give one unlimited return flights out of Boston. Only taxes needed to be paid and destinations included pretty much all the major cities in the U.S.A., including around a dozen in the Caribbean, Cancun in Mexico, Bogota in Colombia and San Jose in Costa Rico. Buying it would eat up a good chunk of my savings, but give me incredible flexibility to keep travelling; even if I did get a job, going to a new destination every weekend would pay off. I snapped it up before it sold out, Boston might be my new home, but with this, my travels could continue . . .