This past weekend, I was on fall break. I drove home to D.C. after my last Thursday class, then up to Pennsylvania. The next day Ben and I drove up to Boston to visit his sister and his brother-in-law. We stopped in his tiny hometown in Connecticut and had a fantastic brunch, and he drove me around town and to see his old home. I felt touched that he wanted to share it with me, and I loved it all, both for his sake and for its own.

Early October is a wonderful time to visit Boston, by the way. The leaves are just beginning to change, and the weather was delightful – typically sunny, and cool in the shade. The night air bordered on cold. As I live in North Carolina, where it has been in the high eighties since, it seems, the dawn of time, with no end in sight, I embraced and revelled in the cool. It was nice to wear long pants with boots and a jacket and a scarf at night, instead of walking in the hot, damp blanket that is the Southern night air.

The apartment was utterly charming, if a fourth-floor walkup. I think I’d like an apartment like that someday, when I have my own place – or our own place, as the case may be. It was in a historic building, and definitely had enough space for two and a dog. It felt like a home, in that way that you know it’s full of love between its occupants. I stayed on an air mattress on the living room floor, and for some reason I always sleep terrifically on an air mattress, even when it’s lost much of its air.

We did a bit of everything, as much as could fit into a weekend. We went to the North End for pizza, the Boston Public Library (which was having a book sale), the Public Garden, the Boston Common, Quincy Market, Faneuil Hall, a brewery, Cambridge and Harvard.

Honestly I’m half in love with it, Boston. I will always be a Southern belle, and D.C. will always have my heart, but I hate Southern winter with a passion. It’s all gray and brown and dirty green and a cold that gets into your bones because of the constant humidity, with no snow to insulate or make anything prettier. And, of course, it almost never snows enough to cover the grass. It’s hot too long, and then the cold is bitter to make up for the heat.

Yes, I’m tired of the South, though it lives in my heart. Another thing Boston has going for it that D.C. doesn’t, partially because it is an older city, is that it’s pretty. D.C. can be lovely – the cherry blossoms are a wonder of the world. But there’s something whimsical about Boston, where D.C. is touristy or all business. Boston seems greener to me than D.C. and New York, though it probably is about the same.

I’ll attach my pictures here for you, so you can enjoy what I did. I want to thank Meghan and Ryan for their hospitality, kindness, and generosity. I had a wonderful time, and they’re great company. I am deeply grateful for their accomodation.



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