The missus is in the middle of a contract at a very nice company in the burbs north of Boston, and they seem to really like her and be on the verge of maybe offering her the CMO gig full time. After a shocking 9 months financially before this gig started, we’re at the point where sacrificing the freedom of the freelancey lifestyle for a really good job might make sense.
So we might end up in the Greater Boston area. It makes all the sense in the world and I can easily intellectually justify it, but it’s still doing my head in a bit. I’m a little put off by the Massholes and Patriots and Red Socks and Seasons and that introverted smugness of people who think their mid-size city is the world’s most important rather than just the center of gravity for the region around it (not dissimilar to the way Manchester was when I was younger, but without even the balancing effect of having two football teams to ease some of the cultural conformity). I know loads of people love the place, though, so perhaps I’d learn to like it, too.
Ease my concerns, OTF.
So we might end up in the Greater Boston area. It makes all the sense in the world and I can easily intellectually justify it, but it’s still doing my head in a bit. I’m a little put off by the Massholes and Patriots and Red Socks and Seasons and that introverted smugness of people who think their mid-size city is the world’s most important rather than just the center of gravity for the region around it (not dissimilar to the way Manchester was when I was younger, but without even the balancing effect of having two football teams to ease some of the cultural conformity). I know loads of people love the place, though, so perhaps I’d learn to like it, too.
Ease my concerns, OTF.
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