I swear I will never get tired of the skyline of Boston from the 13th floor above the Longfellow Bridge. And the view isn’t even the best part of my job. I love what I do, the product I help produce and most of all the people I work with.

So yes, my new job is good. But it’s hard to brag when my poor husband is working from the dining room table – or even the couch – at my childhood home. Though he does have a view of Boston too! Plus he doesn’t have to walk from the parking garage to his office in the 5 degree cold with the winds whipping… in heels.

But I digress. Living in the basement of my parents house isn’t that bad… You can stop laughing now. I’m serious. We’re fortunate enough that my parents welcomed us with open arms and a freshly painted and carpeted basement.

We’re also really lucky to have good friends. When my Dad told everyone that Jared & I were moving back to Massachusetts and would be living in the basement with our stuff in a storage unit, we had about 5 trucks and even more hands at our disposal. Seriously Joe Vacarro – you are nothing short of amazing.

Despite the warm welcome from my parents we are hitting the ground running on the house hunt. More to come on that. For now. Take a look at our new digs… jealous?!