Girls Night "Out"

Sometimes I feel guilty about living in the city.  As a married woman, I feel pressure to move as quickly as possible out to the burbs.  Babies, painting, yard work, and interior decorating beckon. Yet, there is something beautiful and calm about denying that urge: Saying that just because one is married does not mean one has to follow the 1950s standard.  Instead, David and I are going on with our days as usual.  And, what is so nice about this is the spontaneity of the daily.  Staying in the heart of Boston means endless opportunities for filling a cold, rainy evening. Yes, one day we will be more rooted down to a home or townhouse.  At least we will own some type of property someday.  But, I am in no rush to end the fun of the city yet.  I have not lived enough of the cosmopolitan life and David agrees.  We live in the "Paris" of America and to leave now would be a mistake.  An evening in Cambridge playing dress-up with Skye confirmed all of this. Bounding into American Apparel, we gawked, laughed, and played around in the endless spandex, lace, and unisex designs.  Donning crazy outfits of velvet and heather we laughed and giggled our way through the store.  Then we were off to Anthropologie to be immersed in a boutique a la France.  We were too late to aimlessly wander the store but were able to sneak in a few purchases before closing.  The workers were super gracious and kind as we pushed the limits of closing time, while trying to indulge ourselves in unique patterns, 1960s romantic cuts, and eclectic designs. To end our spontaneous Cambridge evening, we sipped the best cup of Hot Chocolate Boston has to offer: Burdick's.  Deliciously warmed and slightly hyper we ended our Friday night already planning the next day. It was so nice not being "settled" the way standard requires of me.  And, yet I was still able to come to the apartment and settle in next to David.