Boston and beyond

Saturday and Sunday were wonderful. Dh and I got into Boston in time to grab some lunch. We did the touristy thing and went on a Duck tour before checking into our hotel. We've gone on one every time we've gone to Boston, so it is kind of turning into a joke for us. Next time, my husband says, no Duck tour. *

The hotel room was beautiful. It was a suite, actually, with a lovely living room like space and kitchenette, and separate bedroom. It was on the 35th floor so we had an amazing view of the Charles river from both rooms. The cars looked like ants from up there. We "hung out"** in the hotel for a while and then D took a nap while I familiarized myself with the room service menu and wrestled with the phone to set a wake up call. Both the alarm and the wake up call went off at 6, and after freshening up we set out to grab a bite of dinner and to walk to the theater district to see the Blue Man Group perform at the Charles theater. The performance was amazing, and the walk back to the hotel was romantic. It was a beautiful night and all around us were people having a good time. We toyed with the idea of grabbing a drink at one of the bars on the street, but we were exhausted so we headed back and crashed like rocks.

Sunday we relaxed and enjoyed the hotel room. We ordered in room service for breakfast, which was absolutely delicious, and with the view we had it was better than eating at any restaurant. Then we checked out and headed to the T to Bean Hill to see a house museum there and to grab lunch before heading home.

The museum was amazing. I enjoyed talking to the tour guide and just soaking up the beautiful architecture and furnishings. It was getting on 2 when the tour wrapped up, and we were starving. We were also missing the kids. We had called them that morning, and we had intended to be home by 4, but it was looking like we wouldn't be home until much later. We walked a couple of blocks and found an Irish pub. After enjoying some good Irish food and Guinness, and watching the Patriots getting smacked around by the Bills, we headed back.

It took us forever to get out of the parking garage, they only had one lane open for incoming and outgoing cars. We didn't get home until 5:45 or so and I have never been so happy to be home. :)

But.... After a few days of being home a post-vacation malaise has settled in. The beginning of Fall makes me feel like I should be DOING something. More than just cleaning the house and helping the boys with their homework, at any rate. . I have done several cycles during the fall months, including the first one where the transfer date was the day after our anniversary. Many of the bloggers I follow are pregnant now or have recently done a transfer, leaving me with the melancholy feeling that I'm standing in an empty train station with nowhere to go and no ticket to get there. On top of that the tour of the historic house museum has left me with an ache for my old job, any museum job really. But I know the chances of getting another job that pays anything is extremely slim. I can volunteer my time, but I will have to find something else to do that will pay me money, and that will most likely mean going back to school. But for what??

All of this melancholy and twitchiness under the skin with nowhere for it to go.

* A duck tour is a tour of the city in a DUCK boat. They were originally military transport vehicles, they can drive on land and go in the water so they make great tourist traps.

** made the beast with two backs