I've been envisioning and writing down the good things I expect to happen in Boston. They include:
- Letting romantic love come into my life after running away from it for so long.
- Learning to trust people again after a harsh year with an aggressive roommate.
- Regaining confidence after experiencing a long bout of unrequited love, which no doubt magnified my insecurities.
- Loving life once more.
NYC, you fine-tuned me in a way that no other city could. I am better for it, but I am exhausted.
Boston, I am so ready to take refuge in you, like so many settlers before me, with all the same dreams of true independence, with all the same dreams of a revolution.