A Day at the Museum of Fine Arts

Yesterday I eased some of my senior-year anxiety by taking a trip to the Museum of Fine Arts. I was pleasantly surprised by the weather when I left my apartment in one too many layers and decided to walk most of the way to the museum. I had never been in the back entrance to …

Doors of Boston

Wandering around Boston always puts me at ease. Sometimes, exams are stressing me out and I need a solid adventure around Harvard Square. Sometimes, planning for after I graduate gives me anxiety and the only cure is getting lost in the North End. Other times, life in general (planning for study abroad, thinking about my …

Copley Square Farmers Market

I wandered across a beautiful farmers market the other day. While shopping for halloween costume supplies, I found myself in front of the Boston Public Library, drifting through stalls full of pumpkins, tomatoes,loaves of bread, homemade pastas and pasta sauces, enormous cookies, bright flowers, and loads of other locally grown or made products. I don't make …

Falling for Fall

These beautiful, golden, crispy, cozy fall days are fleeting. I have been doing my best to take advantage of them while they are still around. Yesterday Aly and I spent the day hiking, picking out pumpkins, and doing some generally "fall" activities. (But first, the night before, we cooked a big feast of chicken, stir …

Feeding My Sushi Addiction

I am a self-diagnosed sushi addict and proud of it.  Ever since my cousins, who used to live in Singapore, introduced me to it around 8 years of age, I have not been able to eat enough of it. I mean that. I’m saddened by the fact that I can’t eat sushi for every meal …

Boston’s Most Photogenic Buildings

In Boston, I often find myself looking up. I have recently uncovered my love for buildings and architecture. I have enjoyed photography for a while now and have a nagging desire to shoot anything that catches my eye. Lately, buildings have steadily been making their way to the top of that list. Here are just …

Welcome to My New Home: The Museum of Fine Farts

My apologies: my 12 year-old self came up with the title. I visited the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston last week and decided to live there forever. But I forgot my sleeping bag and jammies so I had to settle with living there for the day. I thought I had never been there before …