In past posts, it may sound like most of our family is in Florida.
It’s not.
I grew up in Belmont, Massachusetts. At the time, Belmont was a comfortable hometown where everyone seemed to know – and like – everyone else. It still feels that way, when we visit it.
I have a bazillion cousins all around New England. The Cronin side of my family… there must be at least a hundred near us now. Ditto the Moreys and a long list of other surnames.
So, it’s lovely to be back in New England.
A couple of weeks ago, my wonderful son flew to Boston from Brazil. He and his fiancee have been working remotely, as part of a longer adventure, touring the Americas. (It started pre-Covid, and paused as the world went into lockdown.)
He was here to pick up his skiing equipment (in storage) before a week’s vacation at Breckenridge.
We met him for lunch in Portsmouth (NH), at The Friendly Toast restaurant. It’s eclectic, boisterous, a bit noisy… and a favorite place to get together.
Here’s the gorgeous bouquet of flowers he gave to me. They remained fresh for over a week, in a vase in our hotel room. Here’s the photo:
This was a happy, family reminder of why we wanted to return to New England, to see if it’s where we want to put down roots… again.