It was a whirlwind of a magical weekend. No offense to my hometown of Buffalo, but my heart always feels a bit more full in Boston. I still consider it home. I have been back three times now since we moved, and each time I feel like I am picking up where I left off. I always visit my old co-workers at the New England Aquarium, and every time I walk up the plaza of Central Wharf to the front doors, I have to remind myself that I am not actually there for my shift.
Typically, I consider my visits a vacation. This time around, however, I had a pretty full schedule of meetings and work. I spent my free time exploring new places that have opened since I left. ReelHouse in East Boston did not disappoint. Easily one of the best meals I have ever had. And. That. View. I also visited the SoWa market for the first time. Yes, I lived in Boston for five years and never went to SoWa, for shame.
I spent a lot more time in Eastie this trip than I have in the past. It felt so good to walk through my old neighborhood again and see all of the changes. Most importantly, I took a few walks through the Boston Harbor Shipyard…aka…my happy place. Between the harbor walk pier lined with sailboats, and the entire skyline view at my beck and call, it’s where I go to appreciate the city’s beauty and feel alive.
June in Boston means prime sailing weather. Although they have been getting as much rain as we have here in Buffalo, many people were out on their boats full force on the two nice days we did have. The rain even held off enough in time for me to complete my first maternity shoot!
There is so much I miss about this place. First off, I know where I am going in Boston. There are still parts of Buffalo that I struggle to navigate. The T. Oh, the T. It’s always a love-hate relationship with city dwellers. You hate it, because there are always delays, the Red Line always breaks, and the Orange Line always smells weird. But, it is still better than driving on the psychotic winding streets alongside 90% of Massachusetts’ asshole drivers. I would take the T and walk any day over that, so much so that it pains me to have to come back to Buffalo and drive. The one thing I don’t miss is rude or loud neighbors. I stayed with a friend in the South End and at around 11:30 pm one night, one of the neighbors decided it was the perfect time to go out onto the street to beat and clean their rugs. WTF.
Aside from the city vibes, it makes me so happy to reunite with my Boston friends. As I have mentioned before, I struggled with friendships growing up because people were never genuine or decent. Aside from a few of my college teammates, the friends I made during my time in the city are some of the best I could ever ask for. The support and love I feel from every single one of them is almost unbelievable to me. I had so many wonderful conversations this past weekend which left me feeling more confident on my arrival back home.
I know I keep dropping the word magical, but for me, this city really is. Thank you friends, and thank you Boston. My heart feels full again. Until next time…