so i know it may be boston information overload this week, but that's how it's been in my life, and this blog is a reflection of what's going on in my life, so there you have it.
pi and i decided to get out yesterday and walk around the city yet again. i don't know if it was being locked down on friday or just the attack in general, but we have been a little stir-crazy in the loft. so we decided to go out and enjoy the city.
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seen on newbury street - words of support + pride |
the thing is, boston is an amazing city. we have only lived here for a few months, but i have been coming here for over a decade during weekends and the summer to visit my dad, who moved out here when i was in high school. it's never really felt like much to me - maybe like my dad's home, or like a place i was familiar with, but i never really felt like i could really live there. even when we moved out here, as much as i have loved it, it hasn't really felt like
my city. it's just been where we live, not our home.
but this week has really changed all of that for me. i feel a very different, very distinct connection with the city of boston now. it feels like my home, finally. and i have a sense of pride and feel very protective of my city. boston has so much to offer, and now that it's springtime here and it's just inexcusable to sit around inside and not enjoy our city.
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washington's statue in the common |
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graveyard of samuel adams |
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signer of the declaration of independence, robert paine |
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original boston city hall |
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plaque honoring mary chilton |
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old state house |
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boston massacure monument |
and what a really awesome city that is. we walked part of the freedom trail, stopping at some historical bars along the way. now i know this sounds crazy, but when you pop into an old pub off faneuil hall and see a handfull of drunk old men singing 'sweet caroline' between
dropkick murphy's songs, there's just a certain affinity it provokes a certain emotion. because the history and the people are what make this city - my home - so great.
til next time...
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