When I lived in Boston, I whined a lot. I was homesick for my friends, seeing the mountains, breathing cool Seattle air, living our “Northwest lifestyle”. Like most things one misses, there is a bit of myth that clouds reality. I would guess that many of my Boston pals grew tired with the nearly everything is better in Seattle routine. We know that’s not true.
We’ve been back almost a week from Boston. While I am happy to sitting at night in our living room looking at the Space Needle and having dinner at home, I want to come clean: I missed Boston.
It is great to walk in a city with so many layers of history, a patina of grime, and butternut doughnuts. Time ran short, so I never rode the subway to the beach, didn’t steam in the Russian sauna, and didn’t see our pals enough. When it was time to board the plane, I whined just a little bit and brought two doughnuts with me.
There is a lot to look at in Boston