I'll always love you, New York.

Let me count the ways.

1. Welcomings.
2. Late night visits.
3. Morning strolls.
4. Prospect Park. Central Park.
5. Bird watching.
6. Bike rides.
7. Pizza.
8. Crepes.
9. Brunch.
10. Cony Isle. Brighton Beach.
11. Faux Mr. Softee's.
12. My girls. 
13. Musical feasting (courtesy of Jess and Tommy).
14. Persian New Year.

+More.

10 Things I love(d) about Boston.

1. The baby shower celebrating one Merrimack Maple.
2. An actual high school musical (courtesy of Rosie).
3. Mormon church.
4. (Early) Equinox.
5. Vegan feasts: i.e., Veggie Planet, Grasshoppy, Spikes.
6. Non vegan feasts: i.e., North End canolis, Tuesday's brunch.
7. (Korean style) Karaoke!
8. Seven+ second hugs.
9. Nap time.
10. Pup time.

The happiest place in Boston.

Do Re Me Karaoke. As attested to by myself and Brian. (And maybe Katie?) As K said, we sang until there was no voice left.

"Oh schoolwork, where is thy sting?" or "God bless Spring Break."

Yesterday morning I found myself grinning wildly at odd intervals. What did it matter that I was about to give a 20 minute Nietzsche presentation that I may have been extremely nervous for? What did it matter that my paper proposal for that same class is more than one week late? What did it matter that my Kant paper is still to be (re)submitted between now and Monday? I WAS GOING TO BOSTON!

TODAY. I was going to Boston today. And I am here now, sitting on the couch of la Seawrights, and it is wonderful already.