the Northeast

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Well, the train track to Boston is paved with picturesque towns that make you want to haul ass out of New York City.

I was completely blown away. Little creeks and rivers, ponds, lakes. And houses lining them, built into the hill, surrounded by trees, spilling into the water.

I love my City so much, but it is times like these that make you picture another life. Where your children play in big backyards, and the air is crisp and clean, and you can host whimsical garden parties on your back balcony, drink lemonade on a swinging bench hanging over your wrap-around porch.

Little New England towns that make you wonder how the other half lives.
It's just fun to imagine.