New found freedom

Completing the degree has been an experience in freedom these past few days. With no real obligations these days, I am trying to explore as much of Boston as possible. After all, Boston and I have not spent proper time together. I mean, I have eaten cannoli's, checked out the Fort Warren and explored the South End but have I really gotten to know the neighborhoods? No. I decided to head into Jamaica Plain and off to the Pond.

Yesterday I went on a public transportation excursion. I was determined to spend quality time in Jamaica Plain and get back to my hobby of walking and people watching. Hopping on the 51 bus I caught a glimpse into Roslindale and Brookline on the way to JP. As we wound through neighborhood streets, commuters hopped off their bus to head home for dinner. One particular scene struck me. A toddler and his grandfather were waiting near the bus stop to greet the boy's mother after work. The boy looked annoyed and frustrated as the bus pulled up to the curb. And perhaps as his grandfather was carrying him and whispering something like, 'Your mom is coming on the bus.' As the backdoor opened up and the boy saw his mother and smiled as she walked toward him. Precious moments like that are fun to watch.

The rest of the evening was fairly mundane. I walked down Centre Street toward a Cuban restaurant then shuffled off to Jamaica Pond as the sun went down. Then I hopped on the T for the 45-minute ride home. It was nice getting away from Brighton and exploring another side of town.