Ghosts
I called Beacon Hill, one of Boston’s most beautiful and historic neighborhoods, home for just shy of four years. In October 2020, we moved into a small two-bedroom apartment with old wood floors, exposed brick, and a very creepy basement. Which is fitting, because I’ve never lived anywhere that takes Halloween as seriously as Beacon Hill does.
We visited last weekend and hit some of our favorite spots across Boston, Cambridge, and Somerville. It felt a bit like visiting the ghosts of the past. I do miss living there, but you know what they say: ’tis better to have lived and left…
