I'm moving to Boston at the end of the month to make it in the big city. This is exciting. I look forward to living near Brooke, owning my own business and watching matinees at Kendall Square Cinema when I'm not searching the couch cushions for rent money.
However, I will be leaving a wonderful life behind. I have a great job, I live in a beautiful place, and I have made wonderful friends.
On Sunday, as a farewell to our Sunday dinners, Peter, Jen, and I met for brunch instead. We ate apricot scones and eggs Benedict. Later we went on a hike with the dogs and returned to eat strawberry pancakes.
Do they even have pancakes in Boston?