Boston, I hate that I love you. After 18 years in Greater Boston, I told myself that I would move out of the house and restart my life in a new city that has more to offer than just a Dunkin’ Donuts at the end of every street. As fall 2021 passed and 2022 came, I somehow found myself only sending applications to Boston Schools.
I would tell everyone, “It’s so convenient to be so close to home,” and “I can’t imagine myself anywhere else but here.” It felt like I was living a big lie now that I had not done anything that I promised myself I would do. Luckily, Northeastern proved me wrong. This past week at NEU, I realized Boston is the perfect medium. It is not too loud at night but never fully quiet. It has a nightlife just as balanced as the morning scene. The warm sunny days always ended off with a calm chilly night. Most importantly, Boston teaches you independence but also the importance of community.
Boston was unstable, a bit bossy and stubborn but it is home. It is where my mom spends nights singing karaoke with her sisters, my dad worked long hours to move us into a home we can call our own and especially where I learned to love my culture. I am grateful to be home and maybe a little more grateful for Dunkin’s croissant sandwiches.
