There are some days you just have to power through and know that it will be better on the other side. These are the days you dread, but you tell yourself it’s only a matter of time until it’s over, and as long as you will yourself to push on through, it will get done. Like packing. And moving.
The last time we moved we had a 1-bedroom apartment and the smallest Uhaul truck available to drive us a few miles from Boston to Brookline. We started packing the truck at 5 pm and had until 8 am the next morning to be out of our apartment. We were up until past 4 in the morning carrying out furniture, loading the Uhaul, boxing up last minute items in the apartment. Needless to say it was an exhausting night of tetris-packing our perfectly calculated amount of space. (Lucky I married a math man!) The worst part was once we drove the truck across town we had to unload it, the very same stuff that we just packed in the truck so neatly less than 24 hours ago now had to be unpacked and put away in the new place. Continue reading
About five years ago my mom and I drove the 800+ miles from Dayton, Ohio to Boston, MA, her black Honda Fit packed with as much of my stuff as it could hold. It was my first taste of living on my own in a city, and I was both terrified and thrilled. Though the first moments after my mom drove away definitely felt lonely and sad, I eventually settled into my new home and began getting to know Boston by bike and by train.
It is hard to believe that five years have passed since that move. I have lived through many momentous occasions in Boston – the Bruins winning the Stanley Cup, the Red Sox winning the World Series, the Boston Marathon bombing, the Patriots winning the Super Bowl, and the record-breaking snowfall this past winter. I have loved living in Boston and there are many things I will miss about this city, but I am also excited to get to know a new city on the other side of the country. Continue reading
I always look forward to the summers with childlike glee. And not just for the sunshine, warm temperatures, and beach days, but for the summer produce. I think of the piles of emerald zucchini and fuzzy peaches at the farmers’ market stands. I pine for the days when there is fresh corn on the cob and sweet ruby berries. In winter or fall it always seems like summer weather and summer produce holds so much potential for summer magic – spontaneous backyard cookouts with fresh, colorful salads or that shiny, happy feeling when you see a beautiful sunset after the perfect day.
So after all this talk of gorgeous summer stone fruits and squashes, why am I making a ginger cake in August? Here you are nearing the end of a hot and feisty summer season and you’re making what’s essentially a Christmas treat? Okay, okay, let me explain. Continue reading