Today, we leave for Boston for my husband's medical school reunion. We'll be there for 4 nights.
I'm actually really excited. We haven't been back for 3 years.

I lived in Boston for 5 years, and for two years before that I spent a lot of time there when the husband and I were first dating. I spent my entire time in Boston lamenting the fact that it wasn't New York. And then, about 5 minutes after I moved back to New York, I missed Boston. I never appreciated it while I was there. I am an asshole.

Months ago, when I started looking for hotel rooms for this trip, I realized that I should have booked something a year ago. You see, Harvard has all of its undergrad and grad school graduations and reunions THE SAME WEEK. ALL OF THEM. So, hotels are hard to come by. I'm pretty sure my mother-in-law reserved a room for my husband's Harvard undergrad graduation when he was a freshman. I wish I was kidding. Trying to find a hotel that could accommodate all of us (me, the husband, Willa, my mom, and Dexter) was nearly impossible. I actually found a couple of options, but it became abundantly clear (even after several internet friends tried to help) that we were going to have to pay over $2,500 PLUS the cost of a rental car (we can't all fit in our regular car).

Then, one day after I was literally CRYING because I was so frustrated, I got an amazing email from someone who reads this blog. She said she house sits for a couple who have a HUGE house right outside of Harvard Square. They are both Harvard grads and they would love for us to stay in their house. FOR FREE. No, really. The big huge house. With the big kitchen that we are welcome to use. And feel free to bring Dexter. SERIOUSLY.
Plus, I've spoken to the woman who sent us the email several times and she seems super cool, so I can't wait to meet her. (Hi Aimee!)

The moral of the story is this: sometimes the internet can suck, like, really SUCK. but sometimes it can be so awesome that you want to make out with it. Aimee, you've been warned.