The past month has been a whirlwind. Nearly a month ago today (as in just UNDER, which I think is an important distinction – you’ll see why), Ryan’s students had an end of year project showcase (which was absolutely incredible), a week later he graduated with his PhD (even more incredible), a week after that we got married (!!!), and six days after that we moved from Florida to Boston.
Like I said, it’s been a whirlwind, and all of it has been so amazing that I’m not sure which event to talk about first. I think I’ll start at the beginning, even though the beginning is at the end of that list.
Our beginning is in Boston. Well, technically Cambridge which I’m told is a totally different animal but it’s in the Boston area so… our beginning is in Boston (any infuriated Bostonians/Cambridgians please forgive me).
We’ve been here for a little over two weeks and feel like we’re starting to settle in. We’ve gone to two Red Sox games, found a picturesque café with croissants bigger than some infants, a restaurant with a live jazz band, a used bookstore that I could spend years in if someone let me, and our new parish church which is incredibly gorgeous. So far, Boston is incredible.
I’ve also learned some interesting things about myself. For starters while I’m a decent cook… eggs are tricky, tricky little jerks. For a very long time growing up, I flatly refused to eat breakfast and on the rare mornings that I did eat, it certainly wasn’t traditional breakfast food. On the flip-side, breakfast is Ryan’s favorite meal of the day. I’m taking solace in that even the Queen of Cooking messed up sometimes.