I don’t plan to live in Boston forever.
It’s cold. Look at my poor car. Remember that?
My parents live 90 miles west. They are “getting up there” in age and are starting to need help.
Afflicted with wanderlust, I feel the challenge of living in my own home state, where winter is a thing. The cure to this affliction is gratitude.
So these posts are about gratitude for my beautiful chilly life in Boston, with Leo, my parents, and my old friends from forever.