kjoyce4If you know me, you’ll know that I love the idea of living in a city, but I hate actually living in a city. I complain about it all the time. There’s no getting around it. I hate the traffic. I hate the noises. I hate that everything costs so much.
But I will miss Boston.
I moved to Somerville two years ago to start my master’s degree at Tufts University. I was moving out of a phase in my life that started with healing and ended with a deep desire to move forward and regain my independence after living at home for nearly two years.
Boston gave me the freedom I was hoping for. I was living on my own (with my lovely roommates) with a new city to explore. Even after two years, I feel like I haven’t explored enough of it. Parts of the city feel so familiar now, while other parts are totally new.
I’ve never been very attached to specific places. I’ve had places that feel like home, places I return to, but when I’m ready to move on to the next city, I don’t have any trouble packing up Chloe and my hundreds of books and moving us to the next spot. I’ve reached that time with Boston. When driving back from bringing a load of stuff to my parent’s house, I hit the curb getting off of Route 2 and screamed in my car. I’m done with the city, but there is one thing I’ll miss, the people.
I’ll miss my roommates, who I got so incredibly lucky finding. I’ll miss my friends and classmates. I’ll miss being near friends and family.
The best part of any place is usually the people (and the food), and this city is no different. I can feel that it’s time for my next step, but these past two years were exactly what I needed them to be, and I’m grateful for the things I will miss when I leave the city behind.
