Here at last

Sigh. We finally made it to Boston! Well, on Wednesday we did.

I have been wakened from a deep slumber. It may have been a slow emerging but the move was not a gentle stirring. My life as i knew it has drastically shifted. I believe for the better.

While it seriously has been difficult to write I am content. The amount of pictures taken, sights heard and tasted, the feel of a place to call home, albeit only three months, is pure satisfaction.

I do miss my desk. Time spent alone. Next week will afford such space. Along with a chance to walk, pick up bus and T schedules, test out transportation options and go into Boston. Alone.

We took a drive yesterday to South Boston. Visited the Atlantic. Walked our Prince Louie! I tasted another bowl of New England Chowder. My first dive into tasting since moving here. On previous visits to Boston it was my goal to sample every restaurant’s chowder. Now I practically am in heaven with at least a monthly visit somewhere, to sample another bowl of creamy, buttery deliciousness.

Since we will only be at this location until the end of July, the majority of boxes were put in storage. I was met with quite a let down when i found out my paints, books and journals were placed on the wrong truck. What will i do until August?

I decided to bullet journal during these three lonely months and have been scavenging Pinterest for ideas. There are some mighty journalers out there. And a few on Instagram i follow. My Amazon package arrives Sunday and i can hardly wait to start doodling pages.

Today, an adventure awaits. A pizza tour of the North End. Our oldest daughter, who has lived in Boston five years, will join us to sample Boston’s Little Italy flavors with a few historic stops to hear stories of famous places and people who made Boston possible.

View of Boston from Castle Island in the Boston Harbor. It was quite the dreary day.

Prince Louie πŸ’— loves me!

944+ miles ahead (day one-three)

The first stop on our trek across the eastern half of the United States was Columbus Ohio (181 miles). We arrived Friday evening and spent Saturday visiting a wonderful bookshop, The Book Loft, eating lunch at The Thurman Cafe, and consuming the blossoming trees in Schiller Park and the surrounding gardens of German Village homes. What a wonderful Spring day. And the weather was cooperative!

At The Book Loft, an incredible 32 rooms full of books, with Room 13 housing a poetry collection, i found Dorothy Parker’s Complete Poems. Interior is my favorite of her poems so far. I find her to be witty and dry. Perhaps sarcastic. I imagine if i were to have had the pleasure of meeting her, i would have mentally retreated. Perhaps some people are better left to their words and our imaginations.

Today, i embark on a three hour drive to Morgantown, West Virginia (209 miles). A visit to family friends and a shared dinner awaits us in Morgantown.

As i write, the sun has lifted the evening’s hello. I have yet to determine who i will be today. πŸ€”πŸŒπŸ’™πŸ•ŠπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

Good Sunday to you. Hope to catch up with a few blogs! 😍

Into the Woods

Escape
walking into the woods
I sense rejection
open spaces offer freedom.
Travel forward

into the unknown
possibilities offering
encounters never happening
on a path safely groomed.
Looking backward

is a teacher marking
“you had traveled here
and nothing will be found
but morsels of despair.”
Presently

a calf musing
posturing moose keeping watch
standing still in silence
Thoreau’s “The Maine Woods”.
You have come to do no harm.