I have been to Boston, Mass more times than I can count and I love the city like a second home. However, one trip did not turn out as happily as it should have. During spring vacation my mother decided that my brother, herself and I would go to Boston with my aunt and cousin. My first reaction was to be over joyed. Then she mentioned we would be staying with my aunt and uncle in Newton. Joy turned to dread.
While I do love my aunt and uncle, they were well known in our family for being a bit… off. They were religious which was fine, but they tended to push their beliefs on others. My aunt wore wool sweaters and pants in the summer and my uncle always, no matter what, wore shorts. When we arrived on the street they lived on my fear ebbed. The houses were beautiful and the lawns well kept. Then we pulled into the driveway leading to a ramshackle little house with a lawn that was clearly uncared for. My heart dropped to my toes. When we walked into the little house we were greeted by my uncle, who seemed to find no reason for wearing a shirt (have I mentioned he’s a very hairy, very large man?). I set up my bed in what was once a den but was then being used for storage, and as I later learned: a mouse house. The house was a wreck, the bathtub didn’t work and neither did the fridge, but for Boston I stuck it through.
The next day we ventured out to explore my beloved city. We went on the ever popular duck tours, visited the aquarium and of course, took a tour of the most amazing place on the planet: Fenway stadium. All was well, until we went to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. My aunt and uncle ordered their meals like the rest of us. When the bill came it was a collective two hundred dollars, something my charming relatives were not about to pay, my mother dropped one hundred dollars, my aunt and uncle? Twenty.
Two years later and I still have my heart set on moving to Boston. Finding ways to escape the annoyances my family members threw my way during the week turned out to be challenging. However, as we drove along the Charles River and saw the beautiful sites of Boston I soon decided it was worth it. Nothing in life is going to come free of troubles and although these troubles will take many different forms you always need to be sure that the difficulties outway the rewards before you give up.