Monday, November 30, 2009
I can't say living in Boston, MA hasn't been an adventure so far. My husband and I moved from Brandon Manitoba, a small city in Canada, in August 2008 shortly after getting hitched. Andrew was accepted to the Master’s program at the New England Conservatory of Music so off we went and packed as many essentials as our car would allow. Filled to the brim, we then stuffed ourselves plus our two cats into the car and drove the 30+ hours it takes over a three day period to the east coast of the United States.
We found our apartment on Craigslist so we were a little anxious to see it. Back in Brandon, we had a spacious two bedroom apartment with a washer, dryer, dishwasher and air conditioning. The second bedroom was "my room" and Andrew let me use it for whatever I wanted, how sweet of him! At that point in my life during university I didn't have much time for anything but school and sewing was something I did about twice a year. Basically this room was my own very large closet! Oh, what luxuries we had. The view from the back of the apartment was very quaint overlooking a valley. Far away on a clear night you could see all along the other side of the hill, up and up with the tiny dots of twinkling lights from little houses which echoed the bright twinkling stars in the prairie sky.
We were relieved to find our apartment in Boston actually did exist and was pretty nice, although pretty small as well. It’s a one bedroom apartment in an older building just outside of Boston in Allston. There are four large windows which is great, but our view consists of the apartment building across the street. It only has one sink to wash the dishes and one slab of counter space measuring 16” by 22” but we’ve learned to make do. It can get pretty loud on the streets below, especially on weekends, and we've definitely heard our fair share of impromptu marching bands at 1:00am. Also, like a bull in a china shop, chairs with wheels are a bad idea for an apartment whose hardwood floors slant towards the kitchen. But we've grown to adore our cozy little apartment, and so have the cats, for the time being at least.
We missed Canadian Thanksgiving because we couldn’t find a turkey in October except roaming the streets in Brookline and we aren’t really the hunting type. So we celebrated during the American Thanksgiving. We only made a turkey breast since it was just the two of us and that was plenty. Mashed Potatoes, gravy, roasted carrots and onions and one of Andrew’s favorites: Yorkshire Puddings which turned out pretty nice this year. I made him some last year for Thanksgiving as well but they came out as semi-raw hard balls of dough.
It's a student's home but a home is where you make it and this one is ours.