It never gets any easier leaving her behind (especially mid butterfly) but this place is less and less foreign the more and more we come, her second home, the place where she is growing into everything we ever wished and hoped she’d be, the place of finding her own philosophies, making judgment calls and so many other necessary parentless firsts ..there is a slight ache being a distant spectator, hearing it second hand, but I know this ache would be here even if she was only 20 minutes away. this girl. growing up. almost 21.
6th trip, smoothest ever, clearly we are becoming accustomed to Boston’s peculiarities, Jason had zero swears this trip in city traffic (YAY Jason!), move in was a breeze..fourth floor with an elevator (YAY Lex!), although we are still caught off guard with the tough guy accents (which aren’t as common as you’d think, so they are just as first-time awesome every time you stumble onto one!)
coming back to the same places visit after visit, kind of makes it all a bit more lived in. Fried clams & malt vinegar fries for him and a place that knows the importance of a good pickle to bacon ratio (lots of both).
Oh and of course there was yarn (I reached 25% off ..YAY Webs!)