A Cold Start to Beantown

Our adventure finally begins! I am now writing from our corporate housing in Cambridge. After nearly three weeks apart Rory and I were finally reunited.  On Thursday I left my home of sunshine to travel to the land of chowda-heads.  My six hour flight went quickly thanks to a Glee-a-thon (don't judge).  We celebrated our first night together in true East Coast fashion, by walking to local seafood joint - Legal Seafood.

Clam Chowder at Legal Seafood

Rory enjoying his Chowda

Dinner

After a wonderful first night in Boston, I woke up Friday morning with a killer cold. Who comes down with a cold in summer?!? By the lack of cold medicine in CVS, not many people.  I was able to venture out for a few hours my first day before climbing back into bed.  On Saturday, after being sufficiently drugged with cold medication, we headed out to explore the city for the first time. Our first stop was the Boston Commons, which has been part of the city (in some form or another) since 1634.  The Boston Commons is a tree lined park populated with tourists, street performers, pickle stands, families and lots of homeless. 

After visiting Boston Commons we walked to a pub called the 21st Amendment.  On the way, we passed the Massachusetts State House which apparently aids its politicians engage in their favorite vice. 

Some say the sign actually refers to the statue of Joseph Hooker located on the grounds of the Massachusetts State House, but I think they are just using it as a diversion.  

Apparently I was too ambitious in my afternoon on the town, as my cold came rearing back the following day. I've been confined to our apartment since Saturday.  For the time being, my plans to explore Beantown have been derailed by a killer summer cold. 

A Beginning and an End

Even now it seems surreal that Rory is in England and just completed his second week of work at the Company. After his second day of work he professed that he now has a "real job."  So far he loves the work, the people, and Oxford. Although, living at a hotel does seem to be wearing on him.  


The beginning of Rory's new career marked the end of mine at the Firm.  His first week of work was my last week of work. In my final week at the Firm I took my last deposition, made my final Court appearance, and said goodbye to my co-workers.  While I may be physically gone from work, I have yet to mentally unwind from job as a litigator.  Every time I hang up from a phone call I still automatically think about "billing" for it.  I have been assured this odd behavior will pass. Now my UK job hunt begins.  At this point, I have no idea if I will be able to continue working as an attorney or if I will have to find a new career.  A few years ago this type of uncertainty would have been terribly unnerving, but today I am strangely comforted by the opportunity yet to be discovered in the unknown.