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.