Last week I returned to Boston for the first time since I moved away almost six months ago. I stayed with my buddy Angela, went to work at my firm (but sat in a visitor’s office instead of my old office…sniff), hung out with friends and colleagues, ate a lot, and shopped surprisingly little.
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I went to Vegas last weekend. Even though I was there for less than 48 hours, I ate a ton of yummy food and had a lot of fun (except Sunday morning…we’ll get to that later).
snack meal at the Oyster Bar in Palace Station. Slightly depressing casino, awesome pan roast (seafood in a lobster bisque-style sauce, served with rice). Hits the spot at 2am.
A few weeks ago, I had dinner with an old friend at Bottega Louie in downtown LA. This was my first time venturing into downtown, having previously been put off by tales of horrendous traffic, but I have to say – I will gladly brave any bad traffic to eat here again.
The first thing you see when you walk in is the pasty area, full of brightly-colored goodies. Sensory overload. I arrived before my friend did, so I hung out here for a while and tried not to get stampeded by the ever-jostling crowd surrounding the display cases.
Friday night. It’s gray and rainy. I’ve had two consecutive hellish work weeks, with a possible third looming on the horizon. I’ve actually even been dreaming about the briefs I’m writing, and I literally cannot think straight anymore. Solution? Small plates and good wine at A.O.C to celebrate a friend’s Match Day success.
Cheese plate. The one in the middle is a triple cream. Triple creams and I were introduced a couple of years ago and it was love at first
bite sight. Though to be honest, I think I put more into the relationship than the triple cream does.
Speck with apples and arugula. My friend thought the apples were going to be in the speck. In her defense, she’d been working for two weeks straight without a day off. But actually…that would have been awesome.
Second day back at work and my desk is already a mess. This is what brief writing looks like.
In 2008, when I was studying for the Massachusetts bar, I hung out at the Starbucks on the first floor of my apartment building all the time. I drank a lot of coffee. I also ate a lot of Trader Joe’s mini peanut butter cups (they’re excellent straight out of the fridge). Anything to stay awake, right?
This time around, I’ve noticed a similar trend. I tend to stay caffeinated. And sugar is almost always involved.
Last Friday, I met my college friend Annie in Manhattan Beach for dinner. Annie and I have known each other for 10 years, having met as freshmen when we both volunteered at a children’s hospital. Bonded by a love of food, we quickly became good friends. We ended up in different cities after graduation, but we kept in touch and even spent one memorable Thanksgiving together in Cambridge when I was in law school. Now we’re finally back in the same place, and I can’t wait to explore L.A. with her – which really means eating everything in sight.
We had some time to kill before dinner, so we wandered around the few blocks near the pier. I totally scarfed down a neapolitan mini cupcake at Cupcakes Couture. It was fluffy and moist with a small dollop of jam in the middle. Definitely a place to return to.
In California. Finally.
In spite of all my excitement in recent months about this move – and jabs at Boston’s weather – in the end it was bittersweet. Goodbyes are never easy, and during the last couple of weeks I was prone to tearing up at random moments (standing in my nearly-empty apartment; during a massage; talking on gchat; waiting in line at CVS).
But. I’m here. In Los Angeles. And it’s SO good to be here. Here’s a glimpse at what’s been going on.
In a matter of days, I will be leaving. I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m in need of a change. I need to go to a place that is simultaneously new to me, yet feels more like home. I need to make certain career decisions now before it’s too late. And okay, I lied a little when I said it’s not you. I can’t stand your winters anymore!
But Boston, it’s been great while it lasted. Thank you for all the things you’ve given me these last six years. The vibrant beauty of fall, and a new appreciation for summer after long winters.