In New York, how much is he worth?
In Philadelphia, who were his parents?
I've been talking about big cities a lot lately. Thinking about them, too. I'm not a country girl, you see, and therefore find myself to be a restless soul in small town America. For the past few years I've felt like an island... separate from the world around me. That's why, on a particularly restless weekend, I often gravitate toward the city. For us, "The City" is Boston at just 90 or so minutes from home. I wanted to stretch the legs of my new camera lens, so we headed out. A change of scenery was long overdue and an unexpected snow storm was not going to deter us. It turned out to be a lovely evening.
(On a side note, that lens is bonkers. Although daylight had long since disappeared, it let in so much light. All the more reason to learn how to do it justice.)
I remember our first visit quite clearly. We came up to explore the area just a few weeks before leaving St. Louis. New England was the last uncharted territory in my world. I'd never been there and it was love at first sight. We had a late dinner at The Black Rose, a restaurant for which I will always have a soft spot. The history, culture, and nautical vibe... Boston will forever be a home away from home. The moment we set foot there, it was added to the list of cities we may one day settle down. That hasn't changed in the last 6+ years.
Here's to you, Beantown. I'll miss your face.
|The Custom House Tower. My favorite building in Boston.|
|Owning a condo in this waterfront building is a pipe dream.|
|Another favorite spot is this steaming teakettle above a quaint little Starbucks.|