June 01, 2004
That Kooky New England Accent
Last night I returned from New England having eaten more than I normally do in a week (thank you, Cyndi's mom and dad). We stayed in Portsmouth, the town just north of the quaint town of Newport. The out-of-towners, the New Yorkers, the Bostonians, the posh, were starting to make their summer migration up now that Memorial Day Weekend and white pants had finally arrived.
What a strange place all of New England is. It's so... white! Such a change from the black-hair dominated world of Tokyo and Kyoto. To me, Boston feels like a nicer version of Baltimore. Both are walkable. Both are working class. Both are port cities. I don't know if the facts support this feeling, but it is a feeling, after all.
Anyway, to make this potentially long post a shorter one, I've decided that New England is one of those places that falls into the category of "nice to visit" rather than "nice to live." Unlike so many other people, I can't really picture myself living in Boston. I'd like to. It's a nice idea. But for whatever reason, the place doesn't click for me.
Ken at June 3, 2004 04:47 PM
I find that Boston is one of those places that I visit and I go, "Wow, this is such a nice place. Why did I hate it so much when I was here?" Then I realize that I'm visiting in the fall or the spring, when it's beautiful out and everyone is happy. Then I remember the pain of winter, the frozen eyeballs, the freezing slush-filled socks, and the aching exposed skin. I also remember the pain of not being able to buy liquor on Sundays, but at last that is now better :).
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