Ode to: Old Cambridge Apartment

The place Jon and I left in Cambridge was our first place together, and while it was neither big nor fancy, it was ours. This was the first place that we got to call our own and we started what felt was like a family unit. Getting this place was imperative to the growth of our relationship and really tested and played with what we knew our relationship to be. I loved this place and our time spent here, and I'm really going to miss it. 

Ode to: Boston

The skyline on a recent kayak trip

I'll admit it: when I moved here I did not love Boston. Every time I looked at the skyline I remember always thinking, "Where's the rest of it?" I thought it was a small town with a big-town attitude, and I did not care for it. I was, for the most part, bored, sad, and lonely. Every (seemingly) desperate attempt I made to make friends seemed to be shallow and not in earnest, and I missed my friends and family back home so much it hurt. I cried almost every day.

Eventually the coldness I had for Boston warmed over and I began to make friends with my classmates, coworkers, and acquaintances. I began to love Boston's quirks and gems, and I soon began to find a circle of friends that I admired, respected, and had tons of fun with. I feel like there's always something going on in this city, whether it be brunch, a DJ night, a poetry reading, book signings, guest speakers, or friend's band playing. Now that we're leaving after my two years here, I'm feeling a sincere and despairing sadness. I love Boston. Well, Cambridge. ;)

At a friend's DJ night

Ice skating on Frog Pond for Valentine's Day

The Red Sox playing last year

The Boston Commons

The harbor seen during a sunset cruise 

A view of Harvard building

From Walden Pond, outside the city

From Spectacle Island