I found Mayberry

Yesterday turned out to be the opposite of a bust. Danny and I drove to Natick to pick up my dress. It is about an hour drive each way on RTE 126, of the most beautiful scenery. Southern Massachusetts is one small town after the next. There was one town in particular that if I ever decide to have kids I want to live there. It was so cute and so little. Then we came home and cooked dinner and Tom, Danny's best friend since he was 4 yrs old, made his first appearance. It really was a wonderful day. However, I have decided that maybe I shouldn't make chicken wings anymore. Superbowl Sunday I made a feast, which included wings, and now have a burn scar on my wrist to show for it. Last night while trying to get the very last chicken wing out I splattered my arm with hot oil and have about a dozen burns on my forearm. Today I have to take the train back to my apartment that I still don't really feel at home at and where I have to cook dinners for myself and no one else. I am not used to being alone so much. I am not sure that I like it. My roommates, while nice are not a family. At least here I get welcomed with open arms and I have people to cook for. I now know why Grandma Nancy feels the need to feed everyone, it really brings me happiness. Now if only I could find a place in Boston where I didn't feel so much like a visitor. I miss my family and when I am away from here I miss Danny's family too. I guess it is one of those things that I am going to have to get used to. I removed myself from from a family that is so large and interconnected and now am feeling the reprecussions of trying for independence. Sorry that this post turned a little south. I miss you all and will be seeing you soon.