Yes, it has. Boston is quite lovely in the spring, and generally that makes me hate it here LESS. However, the nice weather inspires more people from Boston to be out and about, which makes me hate it MORE. So, really, nothing has changed.
It was the Marathon yesterday, which I really like, because it is the one day of the year that people here actually go out and root for people instead of, oh, say, looking directly at someone and then burping (this really happened to me yesterday. I was on the phone with my mom--ask her if you don't believe me). Anyway, our apartment is right near the finish line, so it's a lot of fun to go out and cheer people on as they get close to the end. I really do have an appreciation for people who go out and do this sort of thing. You may or may not have read a post I wrote back in January, where I vowed that I was going to do a half-marathon. Ummm, yes. I let that resolution slide. In fact, I haven't ran since the Jolly Jaunt in December. And I don't feel bad about it, either, which is surprising given that I usually beat myself up about pretty much everything I say I'm going to do but don't, and especially exercise.
Anyway, they changed up the route just a little, and I was supposed to meet my girl Ashlee at the Prudential building (which is two blocks across the street from my apt) for some Marathon viewing, burritos and make-up shopping (recipe for a perfect day!). Instead, I found myself in a full-out THRONG of people, strollers, wild children with face paint, and exhausted runners. I couldn't get across the street! I could SEE my destination, and literally, I was 20 feet away from it, but I couldn't get there. So I walked 6 blocks up the street, and then heard from Ashie, who was stuck on the wrong side of the street, too. We ended up getting on the T, going down to Kenmore Station (and again, winding up on the wrong side of the street), and just getting a burger and going to the bookstore. Minimal Marathon viewing, maximum irritation with the whole situation.
Anyway, it was a nice morning, and I brought my legs out for the first time since October. Walking to work is great, but I am hose-averse, and choose to wear pants 6 months out of the year rather than rock the dreaded black hose/white sneaker look. So today, I wore a dress and my new Crocs (which don't look like Crocs--they look like flats) and I was happy.
In House news, which I am trying to keep in perspective, because otherwise I would just obsess, the inspection is happening today, and the appraisal happened yesterday. Yes, it's really happening. I can't believe it. So excited about the whole thing, but so so SO nervous.
Gotta run. :)