So, the first few days, to get me started:
I woke up in a Summerville attic room and started the day with free coffee, french toast stuffed with goat cheese and pears, and the company of good friends. We rode the commuter rail back south again, were picked up by Mom at the end of the line and treated to dinner halfway back to her house. The conversation wandered to some pretty unfortunate places, but I know she means well, and if she's going to take me out to eat the least I can do is hear out her thoughts on family planning and real estate.
My first full day with the new computer, during which I retreated to the apartment over my mom's garage and cranked out some until-then-logistically-delayed freelance revisions. I think I need to spend more time going out to write at the library -- the quiet and the change in atmosphere seem to do me a lot of good, and unlike coffee shops, I don't feel obligated to pay for the privilege of sitting there. Perhaps once hoshizora is here doing the freelancer thing with me, it'll be easier to get myself up and out the door in the morning.
The bus from Hyannis to Port Authority went better than it could have, but the cab ride home was a near-miss with disaster -- I left my (gift from my mom) purse in the back seat, along with my wallet and everything that entails. I spent the evening canceling cards and working myself up into a state of proper despair before my dad called to tell me that the taxi driver was trying to get in touch -- he'd found a check from my paternal grandma in the wallet, and used it to call her and start tracking me down. The driver came by to drop it off before 1AM, and thus my ludicrous history of leaving my wallet places only to have it ~*~miraculously~*~ returned to me continues.