When I tell people the long and convoluted story of how I ended up in Boston working where I do and going to school, doing my research assistantship, etc, they are universally amazed. "Clearly" they say "this was meant to be". I completely agree. Things have fallen into place so smoothly here that I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe it was all those years of Catholic school that made me think "Jesus is dead, there is no way I'm allowed to be this happy". (Note: I'm not Catholic, I was just indoctrinated by their schools for 10 years). Well, the nuns were wrong, things can be awesome without anyone having to pay for it. I'm sorry Sister Clarita, but that's how it is. May you rest in peace.
I know that there are a million little stories that I won't have time to relay here and that makes me sad, because I really want to have some of them documented. There is something I have learned from my photography that I have been able to transfer to my blogging and other areas of my life, and that is this: If you are too busy documenting you forget to do the experiencing.
I just thought I would take a moment on this, my first day of Graduate School, to let you know that I am alive and well. No...I'm thriving. I will share stories and photos again soon, and plan on being a better blogger. I have a "Ramblings" post in the works which seems easier for me to write than a long story lately.
In the meantime, please enjoy some photos of my backyard and its occupants. My apartment has 7 windows that look out onto this gorgeousness. Seven. SEVEN. That's one, two, three...SEVEN! I cannot overstate the importance of the windows. Oh, and there's a skylight too. The backyard is home to a very long swing that just begs to be photographed at many angles, as well as a pool and much foliage.
Something tells me that Sister Clarita would be happy for me. Jesus or no Jesus, I've got a view.
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