The road to Boston and back was winding and long,
with many unexpected turns and twists.
Altogether we traveled through 9 states and across
3000 miles, marking the passage
by state lines and mountain ranges we traversed
Here are Steve, Britt and I outside a tire shop in
Charleston, West Virginia following the first
tire blow-out we experienced along the way.
the building on the right.
Boston is beautiful beyond my imagination, with its
well-preserved buildings, neatly manicured parks,
and expanse of stone work. All curbs in Boston are made
of cut granite, with edges sharp enough
to have been responsible for out second tire blow out.
A park across from the school provides a shady spot
to observe the comings and goings of students from
the city's many near-by campuses.
It seems to me that the industry in Boston
is higher education, as it plays host to 33 institutions
of higher learning.
Looking out across the Avenue of the Arts
from the steps of the Museum of Fine Arts.
The gorgeous neo-classical front facade of the MFA,
which is just across the street from the Museum School.
It was where we spent a few free hours while Britt
was in orientation sessions.
The rotunda inside the MFA was painted by
John Singer Seargent in 1921 and relates
various stories from Greek mythology.
A buddha emerges from a lotus blossom in the
Japanese Temple exhibit.
A corridor of ancient eastern statuary beckons.
The courtyard of the MFA provides a relaxing space to
absorb some fresh air and quiet.
Our time in the city was limited with helping Britt
move into her dorm apartment, getting supplies,
and just figuring out how to navigate the city
(no easy task).
After getting her settled, we headed back west,
across the many mountain ranges and rivers,
through forests and valleys,
toward the southern tip of Illinois.
Steve and I are adjusting to the new quiet in
our house and to looser schedules, fewer daily
responsibilities, and more options for meals.
Britt is adjusting to her new freedom, living in a big
city (instead of a small college town),
a new school environment,
and tending to all her own needs.
It is a time of growth and change for us all.
Afterall, change is the one constant in life.
I miss my little girl, but I am in love with the
woman she has become
(sorry for the blurring of this picture--
all pictures of her turned out somewhat blurry,
much to my chagrin).
Until next time...