my first winter in the east. only been in town a few months and don’t know too many people. just got a job. decided to ride in to work since it’s out in billerica: bundled up. erich accompanied me about 10 miles or so on the minuteman bike path, and i keep going. not really sure what to do once i get across I-95. manage to get lost. it’s very cold; stopped once or twice to rub feeling back into my feet. water in the water bottle is starting to freeze. eventually found my way in and spent the day learning some trivial piece of software. too much of a wimp to ride back so my boss (the only other person there at work) drops me off at the bus stop. after a half hour of cold waiting the bus comes and takes me back home.

i don’t remember when i fell in love with transport but it probably wasn’t then.

spent the holiday watching movies and drinking champagne. wished i was in new york with a girl i knew in college.