wilto, a creeper.
how amazing is this? and a hat and a sign.
take what you want, leave what you can.
It’s funny when I look back on the past 6 to 8 years or so. Every time I went home (to Worcester), I’d visit Boston. Catch up with friends, drink pints of beer, dance until the (not so) wee hours of the night, then see more friends, and more friends, and so on. My trips north were planned around my mom and around Boston. Since having Marlowe, my visits to Massachusetts have changed A LOT (obviously). This visit was the first time in years that I had actually ventured into the city at night, without child, to be with long time friends. I didn’t want pints of beer, I didn’t want to dance until the (not so) wee hours, I just wanted to catch up with a few friends. It was nice, really nice— but of course I didn’t take photos (I’m debating flashback photos— but I won’t). I love my far away friends so incredibly much– so much so that I won’t embarrass them with photos 😉 The next morning I met up with Wilto, walked the streets of Boston, got brunch, road on the T and declared “I don’t think I could live in a city. I’m just not a city girl anymore.”
After brunch, I met up with the monkeybutt and parentals and we strolled around Boston. Boston? I like it. I had a great day, but now I’m certain that Boston, it’s just not my city. (Insert angry fist waiving hardcore Boston fans). Don’t get me wrong, some of the people I love the most are there (that alone pushes it top on my list), there are some cool spots in the city and in its suburbs, historically Boston has a pretty tremendous biography, and the weather can be pretty kick ass in summer…… but even though I do consider myself a long time mass-hole, Boston doesn’t make it to the top of my city list. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that maybe Boston isn’t the dream city I always hoped for it to be. I’m pretty sure at this point I’ve either lost a lot of Boston-fan readers, but bear with me. At one point or another (okay at a few points) I thought I would like to live there, but now? Not so much. Much to my own disbelief, I’m changing to become more and more part of this Florida life. I love the idea of Boston in the winter. Snow filled parks, frozen lakes, holding hands in mittens, bundling up with big pea coats and knit scarves, sipping cider with loved ones in warm and dark bars or in front of fireplaces, hot cocoa, and cold air filling up night skies…. it all sounds dreamy, doesn’t it? I like keeping that imagery in my head while knowing full and well, that I thrive now in a slower, warmer Florida. In a city like Boston, I would survive. But here, I grow. We’re all wired different, ya know? I guess I really am just more of the tropical variety.
Every once in a while we discuss living elsewhere— knowing full and well we will never make real future plans to move. We loved (San Francisco) California. We both enjoy New York. And Boston has it’s perks. But Miami is the only city I imagine being in again– really and truly living in. Like I said, it would happen, and neither of us are sad or longing for it, it’s just now my preferred city– you know, if I had to pick one. If you count West Palm Beach as a city— well, then I guess this is mine. I like South Florida. I’m glad it’s my home. And I like Boston— it’s a neat place, but mostly I’m glad it will always be there filled with the people I love so much (mass-holes), rooting for it, and waving their fists in the air declaring how amazing it is— we should all be so proud of our homes.
ps. Marlowe loved the Boston Commons. We had been reading her “duck book” all month prior to our trip. Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack, and Quack anyone?