We made it here uneventfully, which is the best you can say with air travel. It's so lush here - I forget that when I'm in Bend. It's also so HUMID. And I'm in Boston - not nearly as bad as North Carolina will be. The actual atmosphere feels different: thicker and more palpable. Not to mention that I'm completely stuffed up and my hair has gone wild. That's why I live in Bend: good hair days.
We're staying at my sister's lovely old 3-story home in an upscale section of Brookline. It's right in town but feels very quiet and residential. We're just a few blocks from Comm. Ave., which is full city: falafel joints, the Gap, nail salons, all with the T running through the middle (aboveground subway - an oxymoron!). I went to grad school right near here at BU, so it feels vaguely like home, but unfamiliar as well. Makes me wonder whether I could live in a city again - would it feel normal and energizing, or would I long for my quiet rural/suburban life?
I realize I may have to make that choice, depending on the job situation by the end of the summer. But I don't want to think about that right now -- I just want to knit and visit with my sister, and enjoy being in the city with Henry.
Next post from Fenway!!
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