After another year in SoCal, we made the trek across the U.S. once
again, this time to Eastern Masschusetts. Both my parents had
family up there, so it was a logical choice. I definitely
wasn't into the whole cold weather thing, but just as I had previously
adapted to my new surroundings, I knew I could handle this.
Boston was only a 15 minute ride, and I soon learned that--like
D.C.--
it was very historic (Fanueil Hall).
My uncles took me to famous places
in the city to watch sports like:
Fenway Park
and the Boston Garden.
I immediately became a die-hard, lifelong Boston fan. If you didn't know, they take sports VERY seriously up there.
My best friend Matt and I went buckwild when the New England Patriots finally won it all this year. SUPERBOWLLLLLLLLL!
I spent the rest of middle school and high school in Framingham, MA, slowly getting accustomed to the crazy accent they "hahv theyah."
I was a Mass guy now (that's where I say I'm from today), and that suited me fine. It was easier than getting out a map to really explain where I was from...