Recently I spent the weekend in Boston with my family and my brother’s family. Though I’ve moved around a lot in my life, Boston feels like my true home. I love everything about it– the skyline, the sports teams, the Charles River, the North End (full of great Italian restaurants and the necessary indulgences at Mike’s Pastry), Storrow Drive (my favorite street anywhere) . . . ahhhhh, I could go on and on.
We left Boston four years ago (when we moved to Washington, D.C.), but my heart has never left. I can feel it every time I go back. It just feels like home in a way I can’t really explain. Though there are things I love about D.C., especially the dear friends I’ve made there and, of course, the monuments, it doesn’t feel the same.
We’ve been on a bit of a farewell tour of the Northeast, spending time with family before we move out West in August. I know I’ll see my family again before long, but I don’t know when I’ll be back in my favorite city.
We spent our weekend in Boston doing some of our favorite things: taking a Duck Boat tour, going to great restaurants (like Towne, which I wrote about here), walking around our favorite sections, shopping at Barney’s (D.C. doesn’t have one, after all), visiting our personal landmarks (my husband and I met in Boston, and we lived there when my daughter was born).
I was reminded all over again of all of the wonderful things about Boston. (Of course, it’s summer, which is one of the best times of year there. Winter is loooong and cooooold, which is why winter is one of the only things I don’t love about Boston). There are too many to list, but they live in my heart all the same.
I’ll miss you, dear friend. But I promise I’ll be back.