She had a good job in DC. We got married, and she spent the week before our wedding writing college applications for post-grad. (We got married in a park; my dog was in attendance; when I joined her in DC we immediately went to the rescue shelter and got a dog!)
I requested she apply only to colleges on the west coast, because I wasn't feeling the love for the east coast. She applied to a bunch of schools - and one was Harvard, I noticed. I was a tad cross about it, but said nothing. It was her safety school, apparently. Well, Harvard was the only college she got into. But our friend Zoya moved up to Boston with us, and we all made it an adventure. It was a pretty good that we did; Boston grew on me like a nasty rash. I admitted to my wife that I was glad she'd ignored me, and applied to Harvard.
I think about moving back to Boston every day. One should be there for friends, you know what I mean? On the other hand, my daughters. But I may figure out a visit in the next year, and risk it all, just so my friends, and I'm including you, obviously, can buy me coffee somewhere. That said, it better be good coffee, George!
I knew something was eating at me so I reread. If your wife was working in Maryland how did (I presume) you and she end up in Cambridge?
Don’t ever consider for one millisecond returning to the U.S. until you know who is gone.
She had a good job in DC. We got married, and she spent the week before our wedding writing college applications for post-grad. (We got married in a park; my dog was in attendance; when I joined her in DC we immediately went to the rescue shelter and got a dog!)
I requested she apply only to colleges on the west coast, because I wasn't feeling the love for the east coast. She applied to a bunch of schools - and one was Harvard, I noticed. I was a tad cross about it, but said nothing. It was her safety school, apparently. Well, Harvard was the only college she got into. But our friend Zoya moved up to Boston with us, and we all made it an adventure. It was a pretty good that we did; Boston grew on me like a nasty rash. I admitted to my wife that I was glad she'd ignored me, and applied to Harvard.
I think about moving back to Boston every day. One should be there for friends, you know what I mean? On the other hand, my daughters. But I may figure out a visit in the next year, and risk it all, just so my friends, and I'm including you, obviously, can buy me coffee somewhere. That said, it better be good coffee, George!