When I applied to college, I applied to five schools. Four were in Massachusetts; two were in Boston. I went to school in Boston. When I graduated, I stayed. When I moved away, I came back. You could argue that I never really left.
My life-changing and
life-defining experiences have all been here. I’ve fallen in love here. I
broke an ankle and had my heart broken here. My first job, my first
apartment, and my first race were here. I ran the Boston Marathon, one
half marathon, three 10Ks, and two five mile races here. I learned to
run here. I learned who I am and who I want to be here.
love everything that Dennis Lehane ever wrote. I love every dumb
impersonation of a Boston accent. I love the way the sun rises over
Rowes’ Wharf and the way the sun sets over the Charles River.
time I drive into Boston from the north, south, east, or west, my heart
is full. Every time my train pulls into South Station or my plane lands
at Logan, my heart is full. A warm summer night in the stands at Fenway
or a walk through Faneuil Hall on a winter’s afternoon so cold that my
cheekbones hurt…. My heart is full.
I called M after
the bombings. I wept. I don’t remember much of our conversation. But I
will forever remember one thing M said: “Oh, your beautiful city.”
Boston is my beautiful city. And my heart couldn’t hold all of the hurt
that I felt and still feel.
Some people have a high school sweetheart, that perfect first love that never went away. I have Boston.
This is all to say: Don’t screw with my town.