One of my best friends, Naureen, came to visit Boston from Miami over Valentine’s weekend. Every time I host someone, I realize the reasons why I moved back east, why these cold and dreary places still feel cozy enough for me to commit my life to. Also, I realize why I need to keep on keepin’ on even though life is an uphill climb in negative degree cold with the wind slamming in your face all day long. A great galentine’s weekend is comprised of: long late-night catchup sessions coupled with the restful sleep that only comes after giggling and feeling fully understood aimless drives where the conversation totally causes you to lose track of where your destination is, reminding you life is the journey--in the doing, not the endpoint. NOMTASTIC indian dinner & a movie (“How to Be Single”) impromptu Sunday brunch with new & serendipitous friends LA Burdick hot cocoa, smooth, rich, and satisfying right before heading to the airport I haven’t had a girl’s weeken
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