Back in Beantown

Sadly the previous post was the last of my summer adventures in New York. This next batch are now from Boston, taken right before the beginning of school. Beginnings are my favorite periods of time because along with beginnings comes a natural fresh air. I find it's during such periods of transition that can often be the most exciting, so many random things can seemingly happen in the span of just one week.

I'm not quite sure where to go after the post after this. Last weekend my friends took photos with my camera (I took a few as well). I plan on posting a few of them, but beyond that I'm not quite sure where this blog now fits into my life. If I find space for it, which I'm hoping I will, then I'll continue to update, but if not then this will forever be immortalized as the Summer of 2009.

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G e r m a n t o w n

On the way back from Woodstock we stayed with family friends of ours at their weekend home in Germantown, NY. This is yet another place that holds dear memories; building giant bird nests with Alanna, climbing down to the train tracks, eating freshly picked strawberries from the backyard, picking fresh onions for dinner that night...

Thinking about childhood memories reminds me that everything is impermanent. My childhood seems like several lifetimes ago. As real as my life seems right now, I know it will be drastically different in 10 years. When I was in High School adults would always advise me to enjoy college as much as I can because it's the last bubble you experience before hitting "The Real World." Well truth be told I already feel prepared to deal with this so called "Real World," and I have several people to thank for that, but in the meantime I want to appreciate what's left of this wave of life as it's still washing over me, because before I know it it'll recede back into the horizon.

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W o o d s t o c k

At last, at last, at last.

I lived there once, that place in the woods.

We would drive there on the weekends, I would watch the rocky hills from inside the car window.

It was ok then, everything was.

Re-visiting Woodstock, and my most cherished childhood memories, was a truly moving experience. I hold this place so close to my heart, and I always will. Maybe one day I'll be able to create new memories there with someone special, just like my parents did so long, long ago.

Without further ado...

* Click on photos to enlarge *

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