Five years of marriage. When did that happen?
This Valentine’s day tale isn’t about a boy. I have only ever loved one man, who I have been in love with since eighteen. That is old news. No, this love story is about falling madly, and recklessly in love with a city. This is the account of how and why I fell for Boston.
I really didn’t expect such a grand, overwhelming response to Boston. Jay had a business trip, that preceded the Valentine’s season, so we thought we would make a small, romantic getaway out of it. Contrary to my normal disposition, little planning went into our venture. We have dear friends who now inhabit the much warmer (and humane) climate of Newport Beach, but grew up in the Boston area. So before we boarded the train, we picked their brains on what to do, see and experience. The combination of their expertise and the beauty, this big-small town eludes, left us in love. The well maintained, colonial architecture is stunning, the earth mindedness left it feeling like home and the excess bikers (even in below freezing temperatures) is reminiscent of the Pacific Northwest. Add to that that the people were exceptionally, over the top friendly and I never want to go home.
This is my kind of city (perhaps I will have to expand my September job search to include the greater Boston area). I do love New York, but Boston is way more my speed. Here is a summary of our highlights: Continue reading “Boston: A Love Story”