Having moved back East after four years of living a stone’s throw from the beach in Los Angeles, people often ask me, ”Why would anyone leave California for Massachusetts?” To me, the answer is simple:
There is absolutely nothing like spring in New England.
You can smell its approach in the air. After an arguably “character-building” winter, the first scent of spring is nothing short of amazing. It’s an indescribable mix of soil and daffodils, mineral-y spring water, and unadulterated joy. And the second that scent matures into sunshine, and the temperature ticks above fifty degrees, the air buzzes with a new sense of excitement. The flip flops come out, the window screens descend, the birds are chirpety chirping, Youk is up to bat, and all is right with the world.
New England’s four seasons instill in its patrons a unique sense of appreciation…an appreciation for the characteristics and rhythms that each season presents, and an appreciation for how quickly one season is engulfed by the next. We learn to appreciate every day as it comes. We watch the multi-colored leaves dancing overhead as we head to the game. We snuggle up and study with hot cocoa after tray-sledding. We savor every last inch of spring sunshine from blankets on the quad. We eat lobstah’ and chowdah’ with sunburned noses, and then we get excited to do it all again.
Assistant Director of Admissions