It's been a while since I've posted a blog, but I did move to Boston and I've been running around trying to get things unpacked and get myself situated.
Every morning I wake up and am confident that I made the right choice. This feels more like home than Dallas ever did, and I'm so glad that I had the courage to make this move. Every step of the process went seamlessly and further justifies that this was meant to be.
Our apartment is fabulous (well, as fabulous as a house built in the 1850s can be!) and ridiculously huge. We got really lucky on this place. I'll post pictures once we unpack things and it doesn't look so wrecked.
Work is great! The people here are amazing, and the culture reminds me so much of Moroch. The one plus is that I actually work with PR people so there is no explanation necessary of what I'm doing and why it's a good idea. And there are no egos here either.
Ok, now the part that everyone in Texas has been waiting for. On Monday we got our first snow fall of the new year, and I had a few calls from parents and friends asking if I was buried. The area got anywhere from 5-15 inches of snow on Monday; we only got 7. Still, it was enough to cancel everything that day (including work - yay!) so here are the pictures from the snow!
This is our walkway up to the house. This is what I helped shovel with our landlord. I figured it would be great exercise... it was. Who knew snow could be so heavy?
So there you have it. I'll be better about blogging more since I'll have tons to blog about on my new adventure. Till then...