I was going to write a post about the Boston Marathon Bombing and it was overall really depressing. Everyone has a “where were you moment”. I was flying back from an awesome weekend in Vegas, when I got the news. Everyone has stories of support. After three days of being a shut-in in my room, my two roommates went of a walk with me. One of them brought a water bottle full of win, the other was in full work out gear. (This shows my two personality types, I’m either going to workout until I’m physically exhausted or drink wine and cry my feelings out). But I’d rather focus on all the good things in my life that are a tied to Boston. In reflecting on how important Boston is to me, my life and my story, here is what I’ve come up with:
My family is from there.
I went to college there.
I spent my summers growing up on the Cape.
I was there in 2004, when the Boston Red Sox Reversed the Curse.
I turned 21 in Boston.
I feel in love with brewing beer there.
Boston is a huge part of my identity. The time I’ve spent there has shaped who I am and who I am continuing to become. It’s in my blood, it’s my family, my childhood, my college experience and plays a role in how I interact with the world around me.
Even though I’m not in Boston this year, hanging out at the Wellesley Scream Tunnel with my family, my heart will forever be in Boston.