it’s been 10 months since we moved out here from my hometown, Chicago. Boston is now beginning to feel like the place I live, instead of a place I’ve moved to. if I were to use relationship terms, Boston & I are going steady but I’m not sure if I’m ready to take it to the next level – ha!
don’t get me wrong – there’s plenty to love about life here. I love how it feels very European, from the seriously OLD buildings to the charming cobblestone streets to the random British-isms that have persisted. I’ve found a great local coffee shop that has that whole old-world vibe down pat, complete with a sidewalk organic flower vendor every Saturday morning (see above – the flowers are UNREAL). a quick list of other Boston things I love:
- the ocean
- the Boston Public Library system (and by extension, the Cambridge Public Library system)
- the Charles River + all the bridges
- great seafood
- being close to my in-laws
- being close to Maine (and a bunch of other places)
so why am I not ready to commit? I don’t know. maybe it’s because I haven’t really made friends of my own yet (a problem further compounded by the fact that I work the night shift). I also think it’s partly because we’re in a year of transition, with my husband still in the middle of his master’s program and looking for a teaching job for the upcoming school year. if there’s one thing that’s a constant in our life right now, it’s a feeling of impermanence. to even things out, here’s a list of things that I don’t love about Boston:
- lack of daylight during the winter (really threw my depression for a loop)
- aversion to straight routes to anywhere
- Patriots anything (sorry, James!)
- being far away from my family
- the more reserved nature of the people (which baffles the Midwesterner that I am)
I’m learning to live out the whole ‘bloom where you’re planted’ thing, so I’m hopeful and grateful for what we DO have right now. we’re together, starting our respective careers, making plans and making moves. I’m trying to live in the moment and savor this season of our lives even as we look towards the future. I know we’ll look back on this time and talk about how lucky we were to live a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park in the middle of it all and laughing about how parking sucked and reminiscing about the challenges of small-apartment living. it’s all about perspective.
wishing you all a good weekend!