Travel

My Massachusetts vacation has helped me to have a new appreciation for this grand old state in which I was born. In all the daily hubbub (and hubris) of where I currently live, I lose track of the great aspects of small-town MA life - most of which have been passed down to me from my parents. One of the best parts of small-town MA? People are really down-to-earth here. It's a different kind of down-to-earthedness than you find in small towns in other parts of the US. Yes, people may be a bit more private than most people are in, say, the South, but they watch each other's backs and don't put up a front. Or, as my boyfriend taught me to say (because I am hopelessly out-of-date sometimes when it comes to "slang"), they don't be frontin'.

Oh, and trying to find parking in Boston on a Friday night? Don't even try. Learned that the hard way. And it had to happen while my cousin's GPS decided to stop working. Yeah, that made for a slightly frustrating, though rather entertaining excursion. But we made our way to a fantastic eatery, finally, and the creme brulee was tre fabulous. Yum!

I'm pretty antsy, not quite sure how my upcoming travels will work out schedule-wise...but that should be settled soon, so all's the better.