A Bit Belated
I'm not actually sure that I ever explained the title of my blog in so many words, but it essentially comes from two things:
1. when people (usually in Ireland) would ask me where I was from, I eventually boiled down my response to the simpler "California, by way of Boston," rather than choose one or the other or try to explain how living in a city, even in a dorm, for four years and then flying from there to somewhere abroad makes you tend to say you come from that place.
2. For the forseeable future, every trip I take will likely be either to or from Boston, for reasons including but not limited to:
A. a lot of stuff that I need is still there (my sweaters, tax paperwork, the rest of my shoes).
B. a lot of friends are still there at school, or have stayed around the city, or lived around the city in the first place
C. any future going to Europe plans made by me will see me flying from the east coast; if i am for some reason flying from california, i will stop for a few days on said coast, because there is no way I can stay sane on a 14 hour flight anymore, even with a layover. Especially with a layover.
Oh, and incidentally, I'm not afraid of any of you potential tax paperwork thieves out there, because first of all it's very unlikely that anyone besides my parents and my parents' friends will actually even read this, and they're all richer than I am, and second of all, Boston is a big city, and I didn't tell you where I left the paperwork. Though if you do go to Boston and you look under the third bench from the northwest corner of the Commons and you find a waterproof envelope that seems to be full of papers, do me a favor and make sure the tape is still holding?
Actually, I know someone who did that. Not with tax papers, but with a secret note that is (purportedly) taped under the railing of a bridge in Budapest. If we had gone to Budapest, we were supposed to retrieve the note and put another in its place. But we didn't go to Budapest.
1. when people (usually in Ireland) would ask me where I was from, I eventually boiled down my response to the simpler "California, by way of Boston," rather than choose one or the other or try to explain how living in a city, even in a dorm, for four years and then flying from there to somewhere abroad makes you tend to say you come from that place.
2. For the forseeable future, every trip I take will likely be either to or from Boston, for reasons including but not limited to:
A. a lot of stuff that I need is still there (my sweaters, tax paperwork, the rest of my shoes).
B. a lot of friends are still there at school, or have stayed around the city, or lived around the city in the first place
C. any future going to Europe plans made by me will see me flying from the east coast; if i am for some reason flying from california, i will stop for a few days on said coast, because there is no way I can stay sane on a 14 hour flight anymore, even with a layover. Especially with a layover.
Oh, and incidentally, I'm not afraid of any of you potential tax paperwork thieves out there, because first of all it's very unlikely that anyone besides my parents and my parents' friends will actually even read this, and they're all richer than I am, and second of all, Boston is a big city, and I didn't tell you where I left the paperwork. Though if you do go to Boston and you look under the third bench from the northwest corner of the Commons and you find a waterproof envelope that seems to be full of papers, do me a favor and make sure the tape is still holding?
Actually, I know someone who did that. Not with tax papers, but with a secret note that is (purportedly) taped under the railing of a bridge in Budapest. If we had gone to Budapest, we were supposed to retrieve the note and put another in its place. But we didn't go to Budapest.
posted by Katherine at 8:18 AM
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