The temperature has dropped 24 degrees. This can only mean one thing...
I must be in BOSTON!
I'm here for a mini college reunion, since it's been almost 2 years since I've been back [I think? Time has a funny way of getting away from me these days...] and as I sit here drinking my mocha, I recall my love/hate relationship with New England. The love can be found in these photos, which were actually taken in Maine five or six years ago in the summertime. Even though they're not of Boston, I posted them because they remind me of how beautiful it is up here, and how wonderful a city Boston can be.
I need these photographic reminders, since I just completed 20 minutes of waiting in the freezing, windy rain for a bus, which then took me to the T, which then proceeded to take me over an hour [public transportation should NEVER take this long, but that's the charm of Boston, right?] to arrive at my present location; a neighborhood close to my alma mater, where I'll be staying with a friend. As I walked to the cafe I'm hunkering down at for a few hours while I wait for her to get home from work, I actually trudged through a bit of slushy snow. SNOW.
Just yesterday I was out running around with the new puppy [I'll get to that news another time..] in a t-shirt and shorts. Therein lies the 'hate' of my love/hate relationship with Boston. I've grown really accustomed to the warmer climate of Atlanta, and I've become nothing short of a pansy when it comes to the frigid, grey north. There's a reason why only college kids thrive up here. I used to walk around in my Rainbows and a hoodie well into February without batting an eyelash. It must have been all that Natty Lite that kept us warm at night [kidding...sort of...]. Now, I've resorted to four layers, plus a scarf. I'll admit, that was a bit excessive, since I had to immediately shed several layers once I was safely in the belly of South Station.
Okay, rant over.
I really do love it here, and I'm so thankful I get to be back here, even just for a few days.