So I’ve lived in Boston for about two weeks, and its quite a bit different than living in Texas. I thought I’d share a few tidbits of things I’ve learned so far.
1. The Importance of
I thought laundry in Texas was a chore – ha! It’s nothing compared to my laundry days now – they’re excursions! We do not have a washer or dryer in our apartment. I can either do laundry in the basement of our sister building OR head to one of the many laundromats down the block. On my first laundry day, I grabbed change and our dirty clothes bag then headed down to the basement. I loaded our clothes in the machine and put in my coins only to discover it required quarters – I was 25¢ short. I decided to walk to the laundromat to see if they had a change machine. My hunch was right, but with my luck it only took one dollar bills and I had a ten. Luckily, a man pointed me to the nearby convenient store that would break my ten. After the exchange, I jingled back to the basement with 40 quarters. I put in my final quarter, started the machine and climbed back to my apartment to get a snack. When I opened the pantry door, sitting below the food was the detergent. With all the commotion, I had forgotten to use detergent. I had to wait around for the cycle to finish in order to re-wash, since the machines locked. Four hours, 12 trips up the stairs and seven dollars and seventy-five cents later, I finally survived my first laundry day. I’ll be honest my second laundry day was yet another fiasco but thats enough laundry stories for now.
2. How to Meet a Fireman
Due to Hurricane Harvey, our moving truck was delayed for about two weeks. We started grad school, sleeping on an air mattress and taking turns sitting in our one lawn chair. We had a plan that once our stuff arrived we were going to cook a big dinner – steak, lobster, and mashed potatoes! This plan got us through those long days! Finally, the moving truck arrived (this was a whole other disaster in and of itself)! We unpacked everything and went to the store to buy the ingredients for the big dinner. Garrett marinated the steaks and I begun making mashed potatoes for the first time. All I knew was Garrett’s Grama’s secret was lots of butter! Garrett told me to start was a stick of butter and go from there. As I was mashing the potatoes in my new Kitchen Aide, Garrett heated up the cast iron grill on top of the stove. He threw on the steaks and smoke flared. Then all for a sudden, BEEP BEEP BEEP! The fire alarm started going off. Garrett said, “Brooke, take over the steaks.” – a task I had never done, while he took off the smoke alarm. We switched back. I opened up the windows, turned on the fans, and was waving my arms in attempt to get rid of the smoke. Then again, BEEP BEEP BEEP! Our bedroom fire alarm went off, Garrett removed it while I manned the steaks. I panicked. In fear of overcooking them, I took them off the grill. Even inch of our apartment was filled with smoke. I opened our front door and went back to the kitchen. BEEP BEEP BEEP! We had set off the alarm for the entire building! I was mortified – everyone was evacuating. Garrett called 911 to let them know there wasn’t a fire. However, protocol stated that they still had to come to confirm everyone was safe. Sweet Garrett went outside to talk to the firemen while I “hid” in the apartment flailing my arms to get rid of the smoke. Exhausted, I sat down as marched Garrett and the firemen. They told us, “not to open our front door next time and enjoy your steaks.”
The steaks were under cooked. Lobster was cold. The mashed potatoes were literally chunks floating in butter. I took “a lot of butter” to the extreme. Dinner was unforgettably disappointing.
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
2 Corinthians 12:9