While In Boston

The Charlesmark Hotel, Boston, MA, February 10th, 2024.


Olivia and I spent our evening at a small circular table beside the hotel bar. We chatted between bites of pita with hummus and gulps of milkshake. Mine was nutella.

We are in Boston for Michael’s college fraternity reunion. He is at a boys-only event tonight, and I am cuddled in bed, girl’s night had and face mask finished.


Late last night as we climbed into bed, Michael mumbled, “I’m so glad you’re my wife.” “I love being your wife” I whispered back sleepily. ”It feels good to know we are doing things right” we agreed.

Then, we drifted off to sleep.

Our past year has been a crazy one full of decisions and big life events. We got married and had a wedding that some would say was out of our budget, and then we went on the honeymoon of a lifetime. We got pregnant with our first baby quickly after, and then Michael lost his job. We went back to New York frequently to see our favorite people. Michael interviewed a lot and had to make some big decisions. He accepted an exciting offer that allows us to stay in Miami, continue spending time together, and save for our future (and buy a washing machine before baby comes.)

Through it all, we were happy and together. Despite feeling worried here and there, through it all, it felt like the right thing just kept pulling us forward.


Olivia and I talked about life. We hopped between conversations about relationships, careers, friendships, new cities, and Olivia’s recently perfected lasagna recipe. We agreed on a lot.

”The person that you decide to spend your life with is the most important decision that you ever make.”

”People who are miserable in one city will be miserable in them all.”

”These milkshakes are delicious and that waiter seems very stressed.”

”The best career decision is not always the best life decision.”

”Michael is an amazing husband.”

”Boston is a great city.”


Spending time with family and friends is different as an adult. There are a lot of people that I love that I don’t get to see everyday. I love the way that the time we do spend together is so special.

No one seems distracted. Everyone feels excited. Hugs and smiles are shared.

”Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” my friend reminds me.


My little weekend in early-spring, friend-filled, Boston.

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