Wir Sind Für Die Musik Geboren

I got the greatest news of my life today.

Rammstein - the band I have been unabashedly in love with for 6 years - is performing a show at Madison Square Garden on December 11th of this year. This is a band that I have dreamed about more times than I can remember. A band who's music has moved me to fits of laughter, tears, and unbridled euphoria since the first time my sister's friend played one of their songs for me as I drove them around. A band that still reduces this 25-year-old woman to fits of fangirlism. A band who encouraged me to study German so I could better understand their lyrics. A band that has come to mean so much to me that I've had their lyrics inked into my shoulder.

And a band who has not performed in North America in 10 years.

A decade.

Which, of course, means I've never been given the opportunity to see them live. Let me tell you, it's one thing to never get to see your favorite band live but when said band is known for shows that look like this:

it hurts just a little bit more.

I know it hasn't really hit me and it probably won't until the curtain drops on the night of the show. Tickets go on sale October 9th and I will be a bundle of nerves until I get confirmation that my seat is safe.

For now though, I think I'll write out my dream playlist:

Weißes Fleisch

Du riechst so gut

Asche zu Asche

Sehnsucht

Du Hast

Links 2 3 4

Sonne

Ich Will

Feuer frei!

Mein Teil

Keine Lust

Rosenrot

Mann gegen Mann

Te quiero puta!

Rammlied

Ich tu dir weh

Waidmanns Heil

Liebe ist für alle da

Donaukinder

Or they could just play their entire catalog. That'd be cool.

Please Don't Use Those Stairs

So I fell down the stairs today.

That was fun.

I was woken up at 7:30 this morning by the sound of someone ringing our doorbell insistently. In my sleep, I was worried that one of my roommates had maybe locked themselves out or there was some other emergency or Rammstein was ready to perform a private show for me so I got out of bed and opened the front door only to make it about 2 steps before I slipped and tumbled.

And tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled.

I honestly have no idea how far I fell - I just remember thinking in the middle of it that I had died and was in limbo where I would proceed to fall for all eternity. Thankfully, all I ended up with was a scraped hand, a bruised elbow and some very sore thighs - I'm really lucky I fell the way I did.

Did I mention that when I got to the door no one was there?

Urgh.

Other than that little mishap, things are really starting to fall into place. I absolutely adore the people I work with and I'm totally in love with my apartment. Speaking of which, this is where I'm calling it because my beautiful roommate is making me dinner.

Peace.

Dwight! You Forgot Your Bumper

So guess what?

It was one week ago yesterday that I drove into Somerville to start my new life and today I had my first shift at my new job. I’m working at with the Bostonian Historical Society selling tickets, ringing up purchases – things like that. It’s certainly no career but it’s a job that is giving me something to do, money, and time to adjust to my new surroundings.

I’m incredibly thankful and I’m pretty damned excited - even if I did end up getting into the city two hours before I had to because I was so damned paranoid about using pubic transportation. It’s probably safe to say I’ve got that covered now though; I’ve made several trips into the city by myself and got home tonight for the first time alone.

I guess that sounds strange to people out there who are used to buses and trains but I’m from the suburbs and drove my car everywhere. The only time I ever used public transportation was when I was on vacation. In time I’m sure I’ll learn it like the back of my hand and then come to love it . . . and probably hate it.

Until then, life goes on.

Tomorrow, I’m working until 5 and then going to try and get my laundry done and maybe hit the gym.

Either way, I’ll be (thankfully) busy.

Please, Pay Your Fare

I’m sitting here in my new room, belly still full from my first home-cooked meal in my first apartment (tilapia, pasta with feta and black olives, followed by coffee ice cream and espresso), and I am pretty damned content if I do say so myself. It took about two days for me to get everything unpacked but now that it is I have to say it feels just like home.

You know, it’s funny but moving away from home to live 100 miles away in for college was harder than moving over 1,000 miles away. I suppose it’s because I know what it’s like now to live without my family close-by and I am living with a very good friend from college anyway. In a way, this kind of feels like college part 2 – only without any classes.

And no job.

That is driving me a little nuts. Today was the first day since I got here that both my roommates were up early for work and since I had no where to be I felt . . . a little sad. I went on a long walk, did some grocery shopping and ventured out on the buses and trains by myself for the first time.

Everything was successful.

The buses are slowly starting to intimidate me less. I was never uncomfortable with the trains but the buses are so confusing! Still, I know the buses that will get me home and that’s really all that matters. That and having my iPhone; that delicious little piece of technology is making it much easier to get used to my new surroundings.

Tomorrow, I’m heading off to a Planet Fitness that is about an 8 minute bus ride from my apartment (so excited there is one here!) to sign-up and enjoy a good workout and then it’s time for some hardcore job searching.

Wish me luck!

Y el Gringo se Asusto

Another long day done.

Well, it wasn't as long as yesterday but 8.5 hours on the road after 14 the previous day still justifies the ache behind my eyes.

Dad and I are at a beautiful hotel in Farmington, Connecticut where we're staying until about 8 tomorrow morning before we make the final 2 hour drive to my new life in Massachusetts. It's crazy; I've never driven through so many states in my life and to think I'm going to be living with that many states between everything I've known for the last 25 years.

I'm crazy excited. Or is that wicked excited.

I'll learn.

I just want to be there, get settled, and get things going. I need to find a job and a gym ASAP. The job requirement is obvious but I think the gym is just as important. You see, beginning in January I went on a diet and over the course of 7 months managed to loose all the weight I put on during my time in graduate school. It was a lot and I'm really, really anxious about putting in back on again. I'm really hoping I can find some sort of reasonable fitness center in the area.

Anyway, so tomorrow is the big day! I'm unpacking, shopping and, oddly enough, meeting up with some friends from Florida who just happen to be visiting the area at the same time I'm moving in.

Best get some rest.

See you all tomorrow.

Shippin' up to Boston

So a lot has happened in the past few days.

A very good friend of mine from college came down and she, my sister, and I spent the entire day at Disney World. Understand, when I say all day, I meant we parked the car and didn’t get back into it until 12 hours later. We screamed on the Rockin’ Rollercoaster, we dined in England, we squealed with joy on Big Thunder Mountain and we nearly vomited on the magic teacups. All in all, it was an incredible, perfect, wonderful day and the perfect sendoff to my 25 years in Florida.

Then, I said goodbye to my friends at work and this morning I hugged my mom and my cat goodbye. That was hard. I still remember how my eyes burned.

Immediately after, I spent 14 hours in a truck, loaded with my entire life, with my Dad slowly traveling from Florida up to Virginia where we’ve stopped for the night, 800 miles from where we started. It really didn’t start to get bad until the 8^th hour or so but the fact that I only slept about 2 hours last night surely didn’t help. Plus I got to see these:

which I hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Tonight will be a very, very different story. I had the best freaking beer I’ve ever had in my life, a delicious broccoli and cheese soup, salad and an amazing shower.

I fully intend to be unconsciousness within the hour.

Tomorrow, it’s on to Connecticut where Dad and I are spending another night before I finally reach my new home in Boston.

For now though, there is a comfy bed calling my name.