In the land of my birth

And then I moved.

The Oxford English Dictonary gives the following definition to help me out with what's happening to my life:

sea-change, a change wrought by the sea; now freq. transf. with or without allusion to Shakespeare's use (quot. 1610), an alteration or metamorphosis, a radical change.

I am now in such a different place, time and environment than Boston that I can hardly start to explain it. So follow my further adventures over here if you'd like.

Fair warning: it'll be weeks, maybe months before I get things in order over there. Journals are a reflection of your life, so it makes sense right now that while I'm unpacking, recovering, looking for a job, car and apartment that my blog will be an utter and confused mess. I've got friends and family to help, so I'll be readable at least. But I'm a mess with mismatched colors and poor font choices at the moment. Ah, well, such is life.

E in Boston would like to thank the following people for making my two years in Boston possible and pleasent:

in mopstly alphabetical order:

My Grandparents and Great Aunt Beth. Andrew Anderson, Callie Butler, Jennifer Carlson, Dustin Collins, Kati Corlew, Michael Corlew, Courtney, Jack Eckert, Sara Ferguson, Abigail Ferguson, Christy Ford, Tony Gowell, Aral Griffen, Roseanne Gliha, Tasha Hodgeboom, Erin Kelly, Devon Koren, Melanie, Julie Miller & the Curboys, Ryan Miller, Cairy Mader, Mike Miller, Mat of Olympus-Mons, MaryAlice Mohr, Maria Plonski, Dinan Pullen, Josh Parker, Mairi Quodomine, Ron Spears, Bob and Meghan Threlkeld, Christi Underdown, Anne Woodrum.

And everyone else I'm forgetting - email me so your name can go up in obscure web dairy history -