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Missing Boston
Oct. 22nd, 2005 01:14 pmBoston was never my favorite city. It had some things going for it, like ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
siderea, eanja, moria923, thorbol, jerminating, John, Ethne, Ki-lin, Elizabeth, Snow, Lucy and the Professor, and bryttan. Not to mention the ones that I didn't see as often but always enjoyed being around like Lionel, jdulac, jducoeur, alexx_kay, kestrell, tpau, and too many others to mention.
Even before I got involved with the SCA, I worked for a department at a university where I was encouraged to read -- and edit, usually without money or credit -- the professors' work.
What I miss is conversation. People who have opinions, express them, and then LISTEN to other people's thoughts on the subject are hard to find in my current environment. Gossip is the only non-work related conversation that occurs in my workplace. Dad and I have managed to have a couple of good conversations while Mom's been out of town and Sis has been working, but I miss people.
I miss cooking. I especially miss cooking what I want. Last weekend I was asked to cook, I offered three different dishes but ended up making something that had to be recreated from memory. I literally hadn't prepared the dish in twenty-five years, and no one in the family had the recipe anymore.
Maybe I'm romanticizing, but in Boston I'd have a dinner party once a month or so. I knew who among my friends liked what foods and invited accordingly. We'd sit and eat and have a glass of wine, maybe, and just talk about a wide range of subjects. I forget who brought someone I'd never met before to one of my New Year cassoulet parties. As she left she commented that she felt like she was home among a group of people who could discuss civil rights (responses to the Patriot Act) and slash fanfiction with equal seriousness.
That's what I miss, having my ideas challenged, being able to freewheel over a whole bunch of topics, eating food that I chose to cook (sorry, I'm harping a little here), and generally realizing that I'm not the smartest person in the room -- not by a long chalk.
siderea, eanja, moria923, thorbol, jerminating, John, Ethne, Ki-lin, Elizabeth, Snow, Lucy and the Professor, and bryttan. Not to mention the ones that I didn't see as often but always enjoyed being around like Lionel, jdulac, jducoeur, alexx_kay, kestrell, tpau, and too many others to mention.Even before I got involved with the SCA, I worked for a department at a university where I was encouraged to read -- and edit, usually without money or credit -- the professors' work.
What I miss is conversation. People who have opinions, express them, and then LISTEN to other people's thoughts on the subject are hard to find in my current environment. Gossip is the only non-work related conversation that occurs in my workplace. Dad and I have managed to have a couple of good conversations while Mom's been out of town and Sis has been working, but I miss people.
I miss cooking. I especially miss cooking what I want. Last weekend I was asked to cook, I offered three different dishes but ended up making something that had to be recreated from memory. I literally hadn't prepared the dish in twenty-five years, and no one in the family had the recipe anymore.
Maybe I'm romanticizing, but in Boston I'd have a dinner party once a month or so. I knew who among my friends liked what foods and invited accordingly. We'd sit and eat and have a glass of wine, maybe, and just talk about a wide range of subjects. I forget who brought someone I'd never met before to one of my New Year cassoulet parties. As she left she commented that she felt like she was home among a group of people who could discuss civil rights (responses to the Patriot Act) and slash fanfiction with equal seriousness.
That's what I miss, having my ideas challenged, being able to freewheel over a whole bunch of topics, eating food that I chose to cook (sorry, I'm harping a little here), and generally realizing that I'm not the smartest person in the room -- not by a long chalk.
