Beantown Babies Once Again

We are moving to Boston! Though most everyone knows of our news, it doesn't become official until I blog about it, right? Andy will be attending BU as a 2yr. endodontic resident starting in July. We are currently planning a trip in the Spring to find a place to live. Which I am anticipating will be difficult. BUT, we are so excited to be going back "HOME"!

Home you ask? Boston, considered home? If any of you knew how we felt about Boston when we left, you would be completely confused by this. Let me explain...

We took a trip up to Boston a year and a half ago. It was our first official family vacation, and it was the first time we got to experience Boston as visitors (which I totally recommend doing, its awesome!). We got to Hyannis late Saturday evening where we were staying with friends on the Cape. Sunday morning we got up early and drove into town to attend our old ward. As we were driving, a sense of nostalgia for this place we were so eager to leave behind just enveloped me. Almost to tears. I was so excited and so happy to be "going home". That is SO how it felt! I wasn't about to say anything to Andy, because I was pretty sure he would laugh at me or make some kind of snide comment, so I kept it to myself. We literally could not move away fast enough when we left, so this was certainly a strange thought. As I was contemplating on this happy feeling (really I was contemplating, WHY was I feeling this way?), Andy shocked me when he said "I feel like I want to slap myself for saying this, but this feels SO GOOD doesn't it? It feels like we are coming home."

This was way before Andy decided he would try to specialize. But when he decided, we both knew that his best chance at getting into a school would be at his Alma Mater, Boston University. After every interview, he would come home and tell me all about the city and all the insider info he was able to gather. He had some really good interviews, so I was very nervous about having to make a difficult decision when the time came.

We discussed all the factors and criteria we would have in deciding where to go. For us, it was easy. Which school costs less? That would mean that Boston was at the bottom of the totem pole. We are very familiar with BU's tuition, and the debt that accumulates is less than ideal. Hours before we were to find out if he got into a program I said, "If it came down to BU and another school, I don't know that I could choose the other school even though we've discussed its the better option. It just feels wrong." Through the whole waiting process, I was constantly reminded of that experience, driving in the car, and feeling that incredible feeling of coming home.

There is no doubt in my mind, that we are doing just that.