Can I just say... a Bostonian November is what blogger dreams are made of?! Lingering foliage, representing all the hues of fire. Clear, blue skies with a bite in the air. Christmas tree farms on the coast, lit with simple garlands of festive white lights, looking like a page out of a Madewell catalog. Strolling down Newbury Street with my sister, admiring the charming brownstones while counting down the footsteps remaining to Shake Shack. Greasy fingers in a little shack off of the Massachusetts coast, crates on crates on crates overflowing with fried onion rings and fat, buttery lobster rolls and fried scallops and clams and bright red lobsters.
New England in the fall makes my heart sing. It's so classically Americana, almost like how a Thanksgiving was always meant to be celebrated, in quaint homes made of stately brick and black shutters, leaves piled high and raked to the side of frontyards. "This is the type of neighborhood I imagine is trick-or-treating gold," I commented to my brother-in-law.
My brother-in-law's family graciously invited ours up to New England for the long weekend, and spent the entire time proudly showing us around their beautiful hometown.
We started at the top of Prudential Tower, admiring Boston's wide expanse. Dan's father, a true Boston native, told us about the storied past of any building, park, or street we pointed out from way up high. It also felt overwhelmingly profound to be in a city so important to our country's beginnings on this holiday of thanks and in light of the election–the observatory highlights immigration and Paul Revere and America's firsts and the Freedom Trail, and it was all a bit sobering.