I'd like to live in Boston. Really, I think I'd love it. I've been there once and I don't know, I just think it's such the gorgeous place.
This could easily be one of the main reasons:
It's possible.
But it just looks so pretty. Plus it's the East. Now, I'm not saying I'd want to live there forever or anything, since, let's be honest. I don't really know what it's like. I think it would be fun to go to grad school there or something...Oh, did I tell you? I got into MIT. Ha. False. Anyway, I don't know why I've decided to share this. I love me some Red Sox. I love old U.S. places. I love brick. I love Massachusetts (that was the word I misspelled when I was in the spelling bee in 6th grade).
Yes, please. I promise, I don't want to live there forever. I don't even necessarily want to live in Boston. Just near it. Then I can look at old houses and historical sites and go to Red Sox games...hopefully I'll be rich. Ha.
That is all. Thank you for listening.
4 comments:
you can offer to be a free nanny for jamie f. cook!
Hey, maybe if you decide you want to go on a mission, then the Lord will read this and say I am going to send her to Boston!
or Kazakhstan...they're pretty interchangeable.
Jess has a point.
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