What if I couldn't live in Boston?

I have a strange love affair with Boston.

It's the perfect big little city. I can all over it, and yet its always here for me.

I hate the train, i hate the weather, i hate wind. I swear the moment I do my hair, its ruined by the intense breeze that comes off the water. I swear the moment I buy new shoes and I wear them outside its starts to rain, snow, or sleet. I think i have perfectly timed my train ride to get from point a to point b in exactly 20 mins. Instead the train decides to standby at kenmore or go express so i have to get off and wait for the next train.

and yet i keep coming back.


I love the diversity, I love how old this city is (at least in america) and yet i love how this city seems to always be young at heart. Want Italian? Want Indian? Want Mongolian? Want Haggis? Want fake meat made chinese style? Want indie market with homemade apple cider, muhammara, pesto? I swear Boston has got it all. For the past two years I got to live in the Brownstones at Boston University on Bay State Road. The original Boston Brahmins lived in those houses... does it get any more authentic than that?

This was the first big city I have ever lived in. I thought I would be overwhelmed, scared, and lost in the big city. But i was wrong. I grew as a person here, got the opportunity to find myself here. I discovered the Museum of Fine Arts, recently i discovered the SOWA Market, I discovered anthropology, I discovered United Planet, I discovered the Fluff Festival, I discovered Kal Penn in the student Union at Boston University while having a casual afternoon lunch with two of my best friends...this is a never ending list, and Ive only been here for four years! Imagine what I could see, eat, taste, feel, and find in the next decade? this is a city that never stops giving.

I felt like I had to write this post. In the winter, there can be several times when I curse the day I decided to come to Boston. But in retrospect, this city has given a lot to me and hopefully i gave a lot back. I could keep writing and writing and writing, but I think ive made my point.