The Spring of 2018 has been a transitional time for me.
I returned to Boston unsure of my place there and somewhat nervous to reintegrate back into a place I used to call home without hesitation. I am glad to report that any uncertainty vanished almost immediately as I was welcomed back with open arms; my little Boston family was by no means exactly as I left it, nor did I want it to be, but I am glad and grateful to report that I found the bonds of our friendship to be just the same.
By the time I was halfway through this four month stint I had somehow become the person I admired doing my first year in the city; confident, involved and sure. I worked part time, excelled in my classes and secured a leadership position for the upcoming year. I celebrated 21 with the exact kind of non-extravagance that endears my friends to me so very much. I traveled to Montreal, New York, Denver and braved the overnight train to Washington, D.C. And somewhere in the middle of this remembered why this city was one I so desperately wanted to call home.
Leaving Boston this time was perhaps even more difficult than the last, but the feeling of excitement was much the same; I left last time anticipating six months of life in Belgrade and this time looking forward to a month back overseas before returning to Boston once more.
Writing now from Switzerland I am ecstatic to be returning to my city so soon. While life in Geneva has been nothing but kind and I am immensely grateful for the opportunities I have been provided here, I can’t help but wish I were back on the coast of the Atlantic, embraced by that particular sense of home that has become unique to Boston, one of many cities that holds a place in my heart.
As this spring nears its end I am glad to be experiencing a new place, but am undeniably grateful to know that I will be returning to Boston soon, and this time with no uncertainties.
If my hometown is a warm hug, a safe place to rest my head, then Belgrade, London, Geneva, wherever have you must be the jolt of anticipation felt when the object of your desire walks into the room. Even stronger still is Boston, the warmth in your chest felt after spending a day with your best friend, your mother, with someone you love.
And though my affair with Geneva is proving to be worthwhile, I cannot wait head home and grab a cup of coffee with Boston.