I’m missing Boston something fierce these days so I dug up an old gem I wrote just after I moved there. Enjoy!
Before starting school in Boston I had only visited the city a handful of times. Once when I was young as part of a school conference, twice to tour colleges, and last as a second semester senior attending Boston Calling.
My first trip to Boston was not something I had much control over and to be quite honest, I don’t remember a lot of it. Most of the time was spent exploring historical sites in the city (which there are quite a few of- most of which are definitely worth seeing), but upon leaving, I soon forgot what the Boston atmosphere felt like.
I returned in the fall of my senior year to look at Boston area schools and spent a weekend attempting to get to know the city I could one day call home. However, it was too short a time for me to call Boston anything besides charming and if we’re being honest, just about anywhere can be charming if you leave it soon enough.
My current university captured my heart in a way that few other places and no other institutions have- it happened instantaneously. When I finally committed to attend I was over the moon, but I also apprehensive. I grew up just outside of Manhattan and spent much of my childhood doing touristy things with my parents and visiting relatives in each borough. When I got older I began venturing in on my own (and becoming a real New Yorker) and eventually landed an internship that required me to live in the city full time- as someone who had grown accustomed to New York culture, the idea of moving to a smaller, strange (to me anyway) city was somewhat daunting.
However, I did find one source of comfort: music. When I was fourteen I began to get heavily involved in music. Listening, playing, and going to shows meant everything to me. This aspect of who I am is the reason I finally made peace with leaving my home in New York For our rival city of Boston; so many of the artists I loved always romanticized the city in a way no one ever could with New York and in turn taught me to do the same.
Thanks to this romanticism, I began to see the city as an intimate adventure- one that was entirely my own and also one that I could share with anyone I wanted to. So, when I found myself at Boston Calling in May of 2015 I began that adventure. That weekend, in my mind, was my introduction to life in Boston. I was on my own and had the world (or at least Boston) at my feet.
In late summer when I finally arrived in Boston with no planned departure date I was no longer nervous or afraid- I was excited. For one of the first times in my life I was free to explore at my own whim and to get to know the city for myself. After waiting four years in high school to end up somewhere I was ecstatic to land in a place so many people love so much and was starting to feel some of that love myself.
Whether it be the New England charm, the big city feel (even though Boston Proper is literally the size of Central Park), or the fact that it was a new adventure I developed a crush on Boston that grows every day. I feel it walking to class in the morning or looking out at the Pru at sunset. Sometimes I even notice it when I’m on the green line for the 30th minute of what should have been a 15 minute trip. It doesn’t matter where. What does matter is taking the time to notice how amazing a city Boston truly is and how lucky I am to live and study here.
I romanticize my city not to make it something it isn't, but to insure that I see it for what it is. That said, I have a massive crush on Boston.
Originally published on Fresh U Northeastern.