As I head home in just 30 hours, (I’m sorry, but where’d this entire semester run off to without me?) I’ve been reflecting on what I’ll be leaving behind. I wrote these memories to share my experience with you, and in hopes of keeping them alive just a little bit longer.
Some things I’ll miss forever<3
Hearing a native Boston accent – and still being surprised by it, since it wasn’t as common as I first expected.
Being able to say I’m a Harvard student. Maybe it was just the extension school – but I have a Harvard email so… that’s pretty legit.
The way everyone knows the righthand side of the escalator is to enjoy the free ride, and the lefthand side of the escalator is for doubling your speed. Maybe this happens everywhere, but I just noticed it here – and it’s like passing on the highway.
Walking into my room and finding Cristin resting on the floor – her usual choice for a quick rest. And about 3 weeks in, realizing how much I would rather lie on the floor than climb into my raised bed.
Our tuition going to things we really enjoy – like monthly Charlie Cards and a final dinner at The Melting Pot:) Yes. No more college food please.
Being just 20 minutes from Fenway Park – and having family that loves me enough (or maybe loves the Red Sox enough…) to drive up and take me to a game! And yes we won the game… and the World Series 🙂
The unique stores, the delicious food, and the never-ending options. I could wander this city for years and never get bored.
Music in the city. While waiting for the train underground. And especially listening to music from the pianos that move around the city, left out for the community to play.
The balancing act of riding public transportation. Except while eating a lettuce wrap on the way to see Hillsong — then it’s preferable to sit down.
Emerging from underground and trying desperately to figure out where I was — um… for anyone who knows me and my absolute lack of direction… I think I did pretty good! I mean… I can get to class alone now – and that’s halfway across the city. Just… don’t ask me to take the silver line buses.
Speaking of silver line buses – I’ll kind of miss those crazy transportation moments – like when the bus got stuck on the sidewalk trying to let an ambulance through. But you know what I loved in that moment? Even though some passersby were annoyed, the community came together to help. People were quick to step into the road, direct traffic and guide the bus off the sidewalk.
Every time I remembered I hadn’t exercised all semester… someone would remind me – “but you’re walking all over Boston.” Why, yes, yes I am. I’ll miss that natural exercise.
The forever-on-repeat Oceans, and a free Hillsong concert with my Gordon-in-Boston girls.
Interning with Prosperity Candle! I prefer hands-on experience to a classroom any day. And I love, love, love Prosperity Candle and their mission of empowering women – so I knew my work mattered. Plus it was a lot of fun to write blogs all semester for the job. (Yeah, that might explain my absence of blog writing here.)
Special house moments – like carving pumpkins and decorating the best-looking house on the street. (I can’t take credit for the decorations but… I do love them!)
Being less than 5 miles from my best friend:) Now that I think about it, this is the closest we’ve ever lived to each other!
The biggest, sweetest, fluffiest, dog (commonly mistaken as a bear or lioness) I have ever seen. Meet Beacon.
Stealing — no rescuing — yes, rescuing Katniss Everdeen from the movie theater dumpster.
Christmas festivities and lights – especially the tree lighting at Faneuil Hall. Completely crowded but an experience to remember! When you’re shoulder-to-shoulder and backpack-to-shoppingbag with eight people at a time, you make many immediate friends…or enemies. But I loved the shared joy and laughter. And on our walk to the T, the pure magic as the snow began to fall. There was a connected excitement even as everyone had left for home. The crowded city brings people together. And I love it.
Park Street Church. Per usual, I was often home on the weekends. But when I was here, I loved spending Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights at Park Street. The people I met in this place will be forever in my heart.
A home filled of our 50 Richview family, cooking together, praying together, laughing together, and just sharing life.
These are the memories.joy.community| I will miss
But if I have any say in the matter: Don’t worry Boston – I’ll be back.