(no pics quite yet…I need them from my mom)
My Uncle turned 50 this weekend and so my mom, Nana, and I flew to Boston to celebrate with him, his wife Elise, step-daughter Lily, my cousin Taylor (who I never get to see) and my Uncle Dave and cousin Will from Delaware.
I’m loosing steam on these blog posts, so I apologize for their continued shortness. I only have two weeks left in NY and I’m dying to get out of this “concrete jungle” and into the woody, hilly lands of Ohio. I really have loved being here, but I miss everyone at home, and I miss horseback riding. Visiting my Uncle at his modern mansion in Concord Massachusetts only brought this truth further to the surface. The historical inn, the small town shops, the interconnected people and neighborhoods, the towering trees, the aged rock fences, and yes, even gorgeous stables reminiscent of early American architecture with pastures stretching to the river and into the deep forest. I would live there in a heartbeat. The air is so thick with history and nature that I could barely take it, I wanted to whip out a paint brush or notebook and pen to sit down and create sketch after sketch, story after story. I’ve never wanted to write so badly, but alas, we were there to celebrate and enjoy each other’s company. It might be another year or two before we see each other.
So Saturday morning I flew into Boston (all by myself) and met up with Nana and mom at the Logan airport. We then drove out to Concord, through that gorgeous wooded neighborhood, and then we entered Uncle Dave’s house. The house itself isn’t historic, but it has all the qualities I love…tall windows on every wall, a modern layout, a wooden bridge, a clear brook, gigantic pine trees, a covered porch, and plenty and plenty of room with endless sunlight pouring in. I think I may buy this house from them…hahaha.
Anyway after everyone arrived we chatted and chatted (about stuff you don’t care about). Ate some cheese and crackers, chatted more, listened to Will chat and chat about endless sports figures that I didn’t know existed. He also made fun of people and told story after story…it was extremely entertaining hearing some of the things he said coming from the mouth of a nine year old. He was hilarious :p
For dinner we had Jambalaya (sans shrimp for me) and it was yummy as was the cornbread. More chatting ensued at the table and then we continued to the other room for presents. He got a Kindle, which is awesome, as well as some old pictures which were neat to peruse. Seeing my mom with her two brothers reminiscing over old family trips was a lot of fun.
The next morning we had a fantastic brunch at the Colonial Inn, walked around Concord to The Orchard House where Little Women was written, took a tour, and then returned to the house to relax before going to the airport.
I hated saying goodbye to Nana and mom, I just wanted to fly home with them, but I must wait two more weeks. My flight to NY consisted of reading Dracula (quite awesome) and looking out the window at the twinkling lights of Manhattan. I had the perfect picturesque sky view :)
I took the bus and subway home, met a really nice Slovak guy (one of the first random nice people I’ve run into in NY so far), called my daddy, and walked back to the apartment dragging my suitcase the whole way.
