I had gotten a new job with IBM and was transferring away from my cow neighbors (literally) in Vermont to a hopefully more lively lifestyle befitting a single person in their 20s. The only person I knew in Boston was an ex-boyfriend to whom I was not speaking. I knew nothing about the town and had no idea where I was going to live. All I had planned was that on Monday I was packing my car and driving to Boston. On the Saturday before I left I decided to go skiing one more time, by myself, and while on a chairlift, met a guy from Marblehead, a town north of Boston. He introduced me to his parents, who immediately invited me to stay with them and help me find a place to live. I did, and within a day found a great apartment and a roommate I keep in touch with to this day. I don’t remember ever worrying about the move or any of the details. I possessed a calm faith that it would all work out – and by golly, it did.
Posts Tagged Boston
You’re Moving Where?
Feb 4
Sleep-away camp
Aug 23
Here is a cool one. I went to sleep-away camp when I was kid. The summer before 7th grade, I had my first “boyfriend” at camp and got my first real kiss from a boy named Kenny Londoner. He didn’t come back the next year and we lost touch. It was a North Jersey “Y” camp. Flash forward years later: I graduated college and moved to Boston. I got a job at State Street Bank in Quincy, MA. Months after I begin, at his very large bank, we get a new guy to our small group of 8: Kenny Londoner. Then a few weeks later, I’m walking back from the laundromat in Beacon Hill and who should I run into? Kenny Londoner. He not only worked in my same group, but lived a block away from me! It was like something out of a John Irving book.
