Hogar, dulce, hogar

Back in Boston! Yay! It feels good to be home. :) I got hugged and dropped off at the Bolt bus by wombmate #3 ... and picked up and hugged at South Station by wombmate #2. Lucky me!

Boston is beautiful, as always. Nothing -- nothing -- beats a night run in winter across the Mass. Ave. bridge, the skyline fading behind the snow falling around me. Exhilarating!

Tomorrow we head to the art museum with the 'rents. So excited! It's such a lovely museum, compared to a certain, shall we say, diorama-esque art museum back in Denver.

the city

Been in the city a couple days, visiting Dr. Baby Brother. I feel like I should have been taking advantage of the city, but I haven't felt like doing much. I have fond memories of winter and Christmas time in the city. It seems a world away, now.

I feel a little sickie after all semester and the kiddos down in Philly. I've gone for runs around Central Park. I read a book last night. I took a nap. I cooked a lot for the skinny brother (three kinds of cookies, lasagna, veggies, salads, breakfasts, etc.). It's kind of nice to have anonymity and nothingness. Wish I could have seen more of the brother, the city, and other friends. I am seeing a friend tomorrow morning, so that will be lovely, before heading up (finally) to Boston.

Happy Winter Solstice!

Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été.

Philly

Back in Philly. It really feels like I just posted that I was in town for my friend's wedding, but that was way back in May! I've had a summer and a fall since then. I just love this city. It has charm, grit, a feeling of excitement, motion, and adventure. Sadly, I noticed the light balls in Rittenhouse Sq. are not up! I'll have to investigate.

When I got off the bus, I knew right where I was and just started walking through the city West to get to campus. Despite the 23 degree weather and carrying my bag, I wanted to walk. I wanted to save money, but mainly I wanted to walk because I would be passing through the city. It feels great to land in almost any city along the east coast and know my way around. Something about the independence of travel, just me and my small bag (I'm notorious for packing light) - it enlivens me. I feel empowered and connected to the world - connecting both to places and to people.

Off to the more adventures in this next stop I'm making on the long way home...

Visit to Grandma

We visited Grandma today! She's such a cutie. We made lunch. She tells outrageous stories that I can't repeat in this forum. We read through the cards my grandparents received when my mom was born. We hung up her clothes, discussed the details of the humidifier and cleaning the curtains. We had tea and snack. We prepared her dinner to be waiting for her when she woke up from her nap. I organized, alphabetized and filed her old prescriptions (see above photo). She told me I looked like a gypsy, which I considered a compliment. I was thoroughly exhausted after our day!

Be more

I've returned east, to grey skies, humidity, and fast walkers. Had a lovely weekend in Baltimore with a friend - dinner, drinks, movie, runs, paper-writing. I'm closing in on the paper ("edits" and blueblook citations left). Right now I'm in Penn Sta. waiting for the train, which is of course late. Looking forward to time with Grandma and my sister and her husband. I'm inches away from true vacation...