Boston and Nostalgia.

I have an absurd amount of things to look forward to. Also a lot of work, but I figure that'll get done some way or another. I got up a little earlier than expected this morning, so I'm listening to Regina Spektor and blogging until I decide to get on with the day. I've got last-minute shopping, a meeting with a professor about serving on my Divison 2 committee, and packing. I'm escaping to Boston in the early evening, and I couldn't be more excited. I've talked a lot about my love for New York City before, and I do love it, but my love for Boston is a different kind of love.

I did a lot of my growing up in Wellesley, Mass. It's about 40 or so minutes outside of Boston, so I spent a lot of time there as a kid. The penguins at the Aquarium were some of my closest friends, I knew how to expertly navigate the Museum of Science and The Children's Museum, and Christmastime meant The Nutcracker at The Wang Theater. Boston is always served with a heavy dose of nostalgia for me. I can't walk past The Four Seasons without remembering the time my parents took me to The Bristol Lounge and I went straight for the dish of M&Ms. If cities were boyfriends, Boston would be the one that got away. We'll always have something, even if I've got a good thing going with New York now. Every time Ben Affleck makes a movie about Boston, my heart swells a little because my lovely little city is in a big time movie. Even if said movies are always about kidnappings or bank robberies.

As much as I love the home I've made for myself at Hampshire in the month I've been here, I think seeing another place will be good. I'm staying with a good friend from high school who always makes me laugh and always gets where I'm coming from, and my dad and sister are driving up from New York to see me as well. I love it when paths cross, even if someone is meaning to cross them.