During our one millionth conversation about my desire to move back to Boston last week I had this weird panic moment that if it ended up actually happening there is SO MUCH of the Bay Area that I haven't seen. I couldn't imagine thinking: I lived 25 minutes from Stanford but never saw the campus.
So, today we changed that.
We parked near the art museum and made our way across campus to the quad and book store. All of a sudden Bentley (and all the other small New England schools I toured) seemed so incredibly lame.
Stanford is Beautiful! It reminded me of something in Europe.
Today I felt really lucky to live in such an awesome (and warm: low 70s in January!) place.