Travelling to Boston was a long 24 hour trip; driving with four kids who needed to eat, drink, pee, puke etc., all at different times. The kids were actually very well behaved. I was soooo surprised at how well they did. It was the fact that a 15 hour drive turned into a 24 hour drive. Stopping to eat and gas up as well as taking a three hour break in Washington D.C. to see my friend Katy, (not to mention getting lost in D.C. because of FALSE directions...Katy) is what made this trip long.
When we got there, we were able to see many old friends, do things we missed doing, (like going to the Children's Museum which is AWESOME NOW by the way), and do things we hadn't ever done before (like eating at Legal Seafoods and riding the swan boats). We also were reminded of why it was so frustrating living there with the parking and traffic issues when we were cut off and rear-ended all in a matter of seconds. GREAT.
It was when we were first driving into the city, that we realized, (and when I say "we" I mean Andy, yes Andy, and I) how much we missed it. It felt like coming home. It was one of the most lovely feelings in the world.





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