My very first autumn in Boston started with a bang. It was the infamous moment with the bloody sock and a broken curse and the Red Sox had finally won the World Series. Utter chaos ensued and I wondered on to what mysterious planet I had fallen on.
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed I ate an excessive amount of Japanese noodles last week! The truth is I attended a Boston Bloggers event – a first for me! As my college days get farther and farther behind me, I’m trying to get better about meeting people who are passionate what I am passionate – so that’s how I found myself at Wagamama Lynnfield with a bunch of other Boston bloggers.
This giveaway is now closed. Congrats to the winner – Lindsey of MoreAwesomer blog!
For a few years after college I lived in Beverly, MA which is just a stone’s throw away from the better-known Salem, MA. The Salem tourism swells in October to traffic-jam-headache, no-free-chairs-at-the-coffee-shop levels of insanity. I know people whose commute triples in time during October just because of the tourism draw the town has.
Crowds mingling around a crackling bonfire. Temporarily dyed hair. Spirit week. Parades. The season of Homecoming is the inauguration of fall. When the yellow school buses make their reappearance, pumpkin flavored everything debuts on menus, and candy corn teases you from the grocery store end-caps, autumn’s arrival is just a tease. It’s homecoming that lights the torch for this fall-loving girl.
I’ve long maintained that Rockport is my favorite Massachusetts town. And that’s still true. Mostly. Rockport IS my favorite, but if I could choose to live in any town, it would be Newburyport. (If only it weren’t quite so far north!)
This winter I traveled up to Marblehead, MA for work and was able to explore the area for a bit. This visit (and this post) are more than a tease than anything else!
The first of [February] was covered with snow
So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
While some parts of the U.S. are blooming with flowers and sunshine-y afternoons allow *gasp* a pair of sandals, it’s still snowy here in Boston.