New York New York

This past weekend at the critical moment of moving from apartment to boat, I abandoned Chris for a very fun trip to NY with the Manns and Celia and Ian for the Central Park Relay. The funny thing was that it was Chris who signed up for the race, not me. And even funnier, no one from our group actually ended up participating in the race. But never you mind these silly details and my lack of common sense in leaving this particular weekend. What I want to tell you about is our stay in Astoria, Queens where I lived from 16 years old to my early 20s. The place has remarkably not changed much at all. The video store across from our apartment is now a coffee shop, but most of our other haunts still look much the same like the Pizza Palace above where I ate many souvlakis.

But now its 30 some years later and here I am celebrating Mother's Day with Celia and Ian. I can't remember having any vision of what my future would be when I lived in Astoria. I was so young and life was a bit chaotic. But things have turned out pretty darn good, and I am so grateful for that. 

The flowers from Celia made it all the way back to Boston and brightened up our first night on the boat. 

Stay tuned for boat tales to come!