Also, there's something else I must confess. Last week I was accepted to NYU's graduate program for Public Administration. Soooo, that means no more Boston. It breaks my heart a little to actually write it.
For the past two years and change, the Boston area (specifically Somerville and Cambridge) is where I've called home. I have been lucky enough to be a part of a warm, creative, loving, and ridiculously fun community of friends, colleagues, and local businesses that make you feel like you're their friend in real life. In this seemingly short amount of time, the growth has been momentous. You all have been with me along the way: specifically during my painfully awkward date recaps, or hilarious misadventures as both a single and attached gal. I went from someone who exclusively wrote in her journal in coffee shops, to writing a weekly column for my favorite local newspaper, Dig Boston.
It feels like just yesterday I was waking up in all of my clothes from the night before with a text conversation from nameless new number, and an empty hummus container on my bedside table. Somehow, someway, I survived living on the minimum of the livable wage of the city of Boston for awhile, deciding between doing my laundry or buying a $7 bottle of wine. I let friend's roommates cut my hair in their bedrooms, kept bars open entirely too long past last call for a dance party, gone sledding at the Arboretum on a work day, performed on stage at the Middle East, and dated nearly every eligible bearded man in the radius of 5 miles. This has been my journey, and lord, what a ride it's been.
Thank you for reading my stories, my rants, my ridiculous (and sometimes polarizing) opinions. While I'll be leaving Boston for New York soon to start a new phase of my life, this small and imperfect city will always hold a huge part of my heart and dignity. I feel like I've been complaining a lot to people who will listen regarding the difficulty of my generation to actually grow up. Without actually defining this, because I think it means different things to different people, the grittiness of my coming of age in the last few years in this city is something I wouldn't change for anything in the world. All the hardships, difficult decisions, and loss coupled with the vivacity and bliss of a fantastic life that I'm privileged enough to lead, have led to me this present moment. This present moment where I find comfort in the uncertainty of the future, but the strength to propel me forward from a great past.
So Boston, this isn't goodbye. In fact, this blog will continue to be a source of an ever-evolving outlet when I'm transient (read: homeless) this summer. While the name may change (Brooklyn has a good ring to it, amirite??!) the roots will always remain the same. You're my #1 Boston, and don't you ever forget it.
Until next date and forever yours in Boston,
Here are some photographic highlights of 2 years well spent. Enjoy.
|My caffeine savior.|
|adventures with alfred.|
|check out my homegirls at CBC|
|thanks to Boston, I met this guy.|
|dune hiking on Crane's Beach|
|Besides my undying love for the Caps, I met these guys too.|
|had the privilege of living with JCM.|
|dress up party in Maine|
|most of my friends are musicians, and that's cool.|
|first trip to Nantucket.|
|I met Rachel Maddow. Thanks Harvard Books!|
my siblings visited and we drank too much (per usual)