Such a joy [insert eye roll here]

So, we're (mostly) moved in and settled in our new house (our first), and, today, we get a visit from carpet fitters.  Okay, no problem there--until they leave the front door open--unbeknownst to me--for a while.  Now I cannot find one of our cats, though diva kitty is safe and sound upstairs.  The fitters keep giving me these sheepish looks, asking frequently if I've found the lost one.  Just when the stress of the move was starting to wear off...

Welcome!

I am completely new to blogging, so, if anything reads oddly, keep my newness in mind.  Who am I?  As my title suggests, I am a transplanted Boston girl.  I originally hail from the northshore of Boston, but have also lived for a time in Texas, a time I truly treasure.  Whilst there, though only for a handful of years, I met some amazing people (a number of whom, thankfully, I'm still in contact with), and have some wonderful memories of my Texan years.  Now, though, my home is more than 3,000 miles from my original stomping grounds of America's birthplace: Scotland.  How did I get here?  Well, though a fabulous story (and one I love to share), it's very long--truly book length. 

What brings me here, to blogging, has been my new found hobbies of sewing and gardening, and the continuation of cooking and my children.  I hope to interest those readers that find their way to this Transplanted Boston Girl's page, and that ideas, tips, and stories may be shared.  There is also the hope to share with others, like myself, who feel themselves a part of more than one 'hometown', never quite identifying themselves as this or that.