So you've made the decision to move to Boston, the largest city in New England, and one of the oldest cities in the United States. Welcome...and good luck. No just kidding, you'll be fine - once you learn from a few inevitable mistakes, of course.\nBostonians have a pride in their city that surpasses most, which can make it a bit intimidating upon arrival. But don't worry, Boston is truly a friendly, welcoming city. It's incredible history and vibrant, blossoming culture, wouldn't be what it is today if it weren't for the multitude of transplants that now call Boston home.\nTo help the acclimation process along, I'll fill you in a few things that are bound to happen after moving to Boston. (They'll make sense to you in no time, just you wait.)\nYou finally truly understand what a Boston winter is.\nAnd you will cry when you're expected to go into work with 6 inches of snow on the ground, and counting.\nYou'll get a parking ticket in Beacon Hill.\nBecause you'd so much rather pay the fine then walk the extra mile in the snow. #WorthIt\nYou loathe bikers when you're driving, and loathe drivers when you're biking. Particularly in Somerville.\nBikers are the worst; they're EVERYWHERE, so always keep your head on a swivel. Until you get on your bike; then you understand the true meaning of masshole drivers. Share the road people, share the road.\nYou will curse the Green line.\nBoston's subway system, the T, is alright for the most part. Pretty simple and navigable...but that damn green line. Inconstant, always packed, slow, ugh. Avoid it if you can.\nYou will become a Pats fan.\nOr at least grow a strong appreciation for Tom Brady.\nYou will catch yourself using the word "wicked."\nThe first time a, "We coooould go to that bar, but the lines get wicked long on Saturday," slips out, you'll look around stunned that that word somehow slipped out of your mouth. But then you'll do it again. And again.\nYou'll 'gram a pic of the Charles.\nThe river was made for Instagram I swear.\nYou will learn every word to the song, "Sweet Caroline."\nAnd "Shipping Up To Boston." And "Love That Dirty Water." And "Don't Stop Believing."\nYou will wonder how it's possible to survive without happy hour.\nI hate to break it to you but Happy Hour is banned in Boston. And yes, it sucks as much as it sounds.\nYou will get stuck in a rotary.\nOr a roundabout for you out-of-towners. You will end up on the inner rim and wonder if you will ever escape the circle of hell. Best of luck.\nYou will go to Quincy Market/Faneuil Hall and vow never to return.\nIt's pretty much the city's best tourist trap. But check it out once, just because.\nIf you aren't Irish, you will be on St. Patrick's Day. And you'll probably go to Southie.\nPeople of Irish descent from the largest single ethnic group in Boston, so it should come as no surprise that St. Patrick's Day is the biggest bar day of the year. Brace yourself.\nYou will become obsessed with Dunkin'.\nIt's literally on every corner. Heads up, if you order a regular coffee, it will come with cream and sugar...you must specify if you want it black.\nYou will have a cannoli preference.\nMike's, Modern, something a little more off the beaten track?\nYou will curse masshole drivers...until suddenly, you become one.\nIt's the only way to survive the streets of Boston. Be careful for the "Massachusetts left," as soon as the light turns green, it's go time.\nYou will furnish your apartment with Allston Christmas furniture.\nBecause free furniture is the best furniture.\nYou will use a snowbank as beer storage. (Especially if you're lucky enough to get another Boston winter of 2015.)\nA.) Wintertime means stocking up on lots, and lots of booze. B.) Your fridge/freezer will probably get pretty full. C.) Snow works as the perfect solution.\nYou will pronounce just about every city in MA wrong...and quickly be corrected.\nGive it a go: Worcester, Gloucester, Peabody, Woburn.\nYou will wear flip flops and shorts in 50 degree weather. But the townies will be out there in 40 degrees.\nBecause that first "warm" day after a Boston winter feels like the tropics.