I love New England, and specifically, Boston. I’m not entirely sure I could live anywhere else - although my husband is determined to convince me otherwise by the time he retires.
There are so many reasons to love New England; it hardly seems right to limit it to five. But let’s give it a shot.
1. We Have Actual Seasons
This time of the year, I always find myself feeling a little jealous of people on the West Coast, or in Florida. (Did I really say “a little?” Okay – a lot.)
That being said, I’m pretty sure that, should I ever actually move to a warmer climate, I will find myself missing the change of seasons. How could I not? While winter is not exactly my favorite time of year, fall in New England is something not to be missed. The autumn colors, the crispness in the air…these things are pretty majestic.
Spring is pretty terrific, too. That slight moisture in the air around mid-April or early May, that signals the beginnings of the warm weather, never fails to thrill me.
Now, I will say, summer can be pretty hot at times – but hot weather doesn’t particularly bother me (hence, my love for Vegas, New Orleans and Aruba).
Winter, on the other hand, I have very little use for. I hate snow, and I despise ice. And I don’t even drive! I can’t imagine how much I’d hate it if I actually had to drive in it. I find the snow pretty for about 15 minutes, and then I just want it gone.
|Where else can you get colors like this, |
in the middle of a city, at a subway station?
2. We’re Tough
I wrote briefly about the grittiness of New Englanders in an earlier blog. (Here.) We handled the Marathon bombings as only New Englanders could – by shutting down the entire city and hunting down the bombers.
We handle pretty much everything that way. Blizzard coming? Okay, well, drag out the shovels, take out your parka, and bring it on! Sticky, 95-degree days in August? Well, what do you think public water fountains are for? Slow drivers? Your horn works, doesn’t it? And you do have a middle finger, right?
We pretty much take whatever life throws at us here, and we make the best of it.
3. We Have the Best Sports Fans In the World
As I’ve already confessed, I am a Yankees fan. But that doesn’t mean I’m foolish enough to think Yankees fans can hold a candle to Red Sox fans. They can’t. No one is tougher on their athletes than Boston sports fans – and no one loves them more passionately, either.
For six-plus years, Jacoby Ellsbury has been a fan favorite here. But I don’t think I need to tell you, his first plate appearance at Fenway as a Yankee this year will be greeted with the loudest chorus of boo’s since Johnny Damon’s defection.
Ask Josh Beckett or Ray Allen how well we handle the transition of a player from current to former home team player.
The day Tom Brady retires will be one of the saddest days in New England history. No, not New England SPORTS history - New England history, period.
We may not have The House That Ruth Built, but we have one of the most revered baseball stadiums in the history of the game. And most of us still miss the old Boston Garden, rats and all.
During the pre-Super Bowl hype this year, I saw a news story where a reporter went out and asked people on the streets of Seattle to name players on the Seahawks. Pretty much nobody could do it. That is so inconceivable here, it’s ridiculous. Not only could we name the players, we could also tell you their uniform numbers, their birthdays, their wife’s’ and kids’ names…I mean, really? Those people call themselves fans?
|Beautiful Fenway Park|
4. Hey We Got Cul-cha!
Boston alone is home to two of the top art museums in the country, the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum and, of course, the Museum of Fine Arts. Both are amazing, though for sheer beauty, I do prefer the Gardner.
But we also enjoy some other, lesser-known gems as well. The Institute of Contemporary Art, also in Boston, is wonderful as well, but let’s not forget the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, the DeCordova in Lincoln, or the Peabody Essex in Salem.
In Maine, you can see an extensive collection of work by three generations of the Wyeth family at the Farnsworth. The Currier in Manchester, New Hampshire features Picassos, Matisses, and Georgia O’Keefes. Connecticut has something called the Connecticut Art Trail, which links 15 museums, art studios and art colonies. Hartford even boasts the oldest public art museum in the country, the Wadsworth Atheneum.
We also have some fine aquariums and science museums, beautiful old theaters, and, of course, some of the finest colleges and universities in the country.
So, yeah, we’re wicked “smaht” here, too.
Sure, New England has a ton of cultural and ethnic diversity. Here in the Boston area alone, we have a vibrant Chinatown district, the North End, our version of “Little Italy,” and various Irish, Jewish and African-American neighborhoods. All of them feature lovely old homes, great restaurants, and tree-lined streets. East Boston, which was once an extension of the North End, has become an exciting area for Latino restaurants and shops.
But when I talk diversity, I also mean geographical diversity. In New England, you’re never very far from the ocean. Seaside communities like Cape Cod are lovely and relaxing. But you can enjoy sophisticated metropolitan areas like Boston, Providence and Hartford, as well as upscale suburban locales like Wellesley, MA and Westport, CT, and lovely rustic areas in Vermont and New Hampshire. Two of the world’s largest casinos are not in Las Vegas, but right here in New England (Connecticut, to be more specific).
There you have it – five pretty good reasons to love this beautiful area of the country.
And I didn’t even mention the history!