So life here has been too ridiculously crazy. A lot of people talk about how hard it is to write, and though I’ve had the time occasionally and this has been on my to do list for two months, I haven’t had the emotional energy to write. If you know me, you know I hate having things just sitting on my to do list, I like marking stuff off. But here goes.

Long distance relationships are just hard. Making the time to travel, not knowing when you’ll see your significant other next, and the ridiculously hard detox after spending an amazing weekend together just makes the time apart so difficult. I just got back from Boston on Monday, and this week has just sucked. There isn’t a way around it. I can’t sugar coat it right now and say there are good times and bad or you know, “it will get better”. You just don’t know what it’s like until you have to join the long distance relationship club. Please appreciate your relationship if you never have to experience long distance, I know I didn’t. 

Enough of the sadness. Boston really is a great city. I’ve been three times now, and I enjoy it so much more every time. I love the architecture of the old juxtaposed next to the new modern skyscrapers. I love the people; I hear a lot that Northerners are cold, but people do seem rather friendly. I love being close to water again. I love watching ships coming and going and feeling the ocean breezes. I love exploring new places and eating delicious food. I’m not so crazy about all the people on the T all the time, but I love that it’s just so walkable. I love walking and seeing places, and the fact that you don’t need a car to get around places is just so wonderful. I don’t know if walking to the grocery store will ever become a drudgery. It feels way more like a privilege to be able to have what I need so close by that I can go so quickly and easily. 

The Freedom Trail is most definitely worth doing, and you need to make sure to appreciate the little cobblestone streets rich with history and quaint shops. We went to Mike’s pastry shop, a tourist place for sure, but the cannoli was delicious! Bring cash though, that’s all they accept and be prepared to wait in line; it really is out the door.

There was definitely a surreal feeling that so many historical events happened in this city and that I was walking the same streets that our founding fathers walked. It reminded me of my time in Europe. It’s too bad that you don’t get that feeling in many cities in the US because we are so young.

If you’re in Allston, make sure to stop by Harry’s Bar. The brunch was amazing. We watched UNC crush dook while happily munching on maple flavored chicken and waffles and a huge burger with sweet potato fries. The drinks were strong and on point and there are a bunch of tvs and a pool table for gathering with friends.

I’m not sure when I’ll be back in Boston, but hopefully it will be soon. That city is quite lovely.