Oh the things we have learned to love or accept after making the move from West Coast to East. I don't think my husband and I ever thought moving to a different coast meant moving into a new culture of sorts, but it has been an adventure and continues to be every time we walk out our front door ... no seriously, one day a camera crew was outside our parlor level Brownstone at 7 a.m. thanks to an odd occurrence across the street. Good morning Boston!
A little bit about me and the husband. We moved from Seattle - the land of the rain, green and beauty beyond measure, to Boston - the land of the heat, bricks and history that is never ending, last January 2012. We also tied the knot less than a year ago and both started new jobs about seven months ago. Apparently, we don't know how not to keep change out of our life. But in truth - when we received the offer (my husband's job offer) to move to Boston - we couldn't pass it by.
We now live in a quaint 1900-style Boston Brownstone in the South End with our gangsta Jobe. After having seven months to make our new place our "home" and getting to know the city and surrounding states, we are ready to blog about our life, adventures in a new state and life as we are knowing it on the East Coast.
We have several stories to share, but I'll leave you with this for now, my favorite quote -- one of many that has made me laugh -- that the nice homeless man said to me this past winter as I passed him on the street:
Man: "Those are nice boots."
Me: "Thank you, my mom picked them out for me."
Man: "Tell your mom I want to meet her."
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| Gangsta Jobe |
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| Part of the neighborhood (Feb. 2012) |
