Oh, how time flies.
A year ago today, I was arriving in Boston, by means of a mini-van chock full of everything I possessed. I had no idea what I was doing, where I was going, and which bars I would be regular too. The first few weeks of my life in Boston, I spent my time moseying around my new neighborhood, just getting the feel of it. Within the first month, I found a couple spots that would be my regular spots and stops, and now, a year later, I’ve got a bonafide routine (which changes depending on the destination: job, job or school). Earlier today, I ran into another regular at the Starbucks I go to on my way to work. We met last September one Saturday afternoon when I was getting some work done. He’s a total townie, looks like a complete meathead, bouncer in Dorchester, accent to boot, and he’s just the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. Now that I’m moving out of Fenway, I wont be stopping into this Starbucks, and Richie seemed genuinely sad about that.
I haven’t made too many friends here in Boston, just yet. Not to say I’ve made NO friends, but it takes time to make ties like the ones I had in California, and the ones I have with people in different parts of the world. Boston is my home now, and I feel like a different person here. I’m making different connections. But Richie reminded me of the the really interesting connections I make with people; these sort of random connections that really enrich my life, connections of the kind I never made in California. These are the kind of connections you seem to make only when you live in a big city. You see the same people somehow, and you connect with them. Like the older couple I have lunch with every Tuesday, Joe and Marie. I met them by chance, becoming a regular at a bar in Beacon Hill, and now they feel like family. I look forward to every Tuesday just to spend time with Joe and Marie, talking about art, philosophy, music, and food (mostly).
I’ve been in Boston for a year. And I still get excited to explore it. I still find myself entirely captivated by the view of the city from the north end of the Mass Ave bridge. I still relish the times I can sit and read a book in the Public Garden. I still smile when I walk the Freedom Trail just because it’s on my route. I’m leaving Fenway, and I’ll miss the hustle and bustle downtown, but I’m looking forward to the quiet and culture of Somerville.
The seasons have been phenomenal. Each one containing it’s own beauty. With maybe the exception of 80% humidity, even summer has been lovely.
I’m eager and anxious to see what the next year in Boston has in store for me. I have no idea where the wind will blow me after that, do I stay, or go? Every door is open.
It’s been a year, and Boston has been good to me.