Escape to Sudbury Mountain

I had an overwhelming week.

By Tuesday, I was a wreck...physically and emotionally.  We had all been running around all week, the house was a disaster, no one had eaten a real meal in days because in all my running around I couldn't get to the grocery store, Will was working long hours trying to solve the latest work-related-crisis.  Really, it wasn't much different than any other week--I just wasn't handling the stress very well...which happens.

Wednesday night Will told me he had booked a flight for me out to Boston to spend a few days with my dear friend, Anne.  Importantly, the flight was leaving first thing the next morning so I needed to pack.  

And just like that (snaps fingers) I was off on a little "psychotic mom induced" vacation.  

The flights were uneventful, meaning: although I got a little motion sick, I did not throw up all over the place.  Total win.  

                              

I had a layover in Nashville, Tennessee.  I"ve never been in Tennessee...the airport was nice.  

I arrived in Boston late Thursday night.  Anne picked me up at the airport after her econ class (at Harvard!).  I had to wait a few minutes for Anne to arrive.  I loved standing there soaking in the Boston atmosphere.  I could hear snatches of Boston accent from the people around me.  The area outside the airport is really different from when I lived there.  They have done a lot of construction and updating but it still felt like Boston and kind of like home.                                                 

                                                

Anne had her home all decked out for the Autumn season.  I was jealous and in love with all the decor.  The leaves were just starting to change.  There was still a lot of green but having come from California and our drought I loved seeing the green trees and grass as much as I would have loved seeing fall colors.  

Anne took me out on a whirlwind tour of her little, historic town.  After checking out the oldest running flour mill in America we went to a candy store and bakery.  We sat on benches designated for political parties.  I had to stand between the Republican and Democrat bench since I am a registered Independent.

Anne was such a great hostess.  She let me relax and chatted with me until late into the night...even though she still had all of her regular life to live every day.  We caught up on life, children, husbands and future plans.  It was glorious.  It rained a bit--which was also glorious.

I spent a fair amount of time oohing and awwing over Anne's charming home.  She has excellent taste.  I kept taking pictures of little decorating ideas I wanted to steal.  

                                                  

After two and a half short days I got back on the plane to head home.  It was a great little get away.  Recharging with a friend is just what I needed to recompose my scattered brain.  A million thanks to Will for shipping me off and Anne for opening her home to an unscheduled visitor.

Hopefully, next time it wont take a break down to get us together.