Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

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Boston

Home in my city. Back here for two weeks from Europe for volunteering, meetings, networking, interviewing. I’ve been all over the world, and I still love it here. I love the sense of walking and knowing and belonging. Of knowing that it will always welcome me back, no matter how long I’ve stayed away. 

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Boston

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Christmas-time in the city. Wandering around the place that I’m from, aimlessly and open.

We used to do this in highschool. It’s still fun in my twenties. 

Beacon Hill

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My dissertation research brought me to Beacon Hill, around the corner from the Golden Dome. These past few days interviewing subjects in the city have kept me very close to the Freedom Trail and some of the more quaint little streets in this town. They remind me so much of London – the influence is everywhere. Of course, I had never appreciated it before I lived in Europe. Now, the details don’t escape me.

Seaport

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Seaport summer evenings. Sangria. Sunset. Friends. Home. 

Brunch

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Brunch… escalated quickly. What began as simple Saturday morning socializing evolved into a day of eating (and drinking) across the city. Southie to Seaport to the North End. Personalized cocktails. Sushi. Mussels. Cannolis. A charcuterie board to die for. Yes, please. 

Growing Up

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Growing up. I started this blog when I was a sophomore in college for a class project. Six years later, I am writing a post about the condo my best friend just purchased in the city. Isn’t that view INCREDIBLE?!? 

Our other best friend Bonnie was visiting from London (she had come over for my wedding the week before), so naturally, we had to take her up to the roof before she left. 

Growing up can feel scary sometimes, but I love that it’s something we all do together – buying homes, getting married, living abroad. All of these wonderful things, and through it all, no matter what, we have each other and this beautiful city, our home, pulling us all together from across the world. 

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