Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Boston on my mind

It's been a month. Sorry 'bout that. I kept coming across things that I wanted to blog about, but then life kept getting in the way. Now I'm back at my neighborhood cafe, thinking about job applications, and finally blogging again.

Over the weekend, I attended Lisa and Charlie's wedding. It was a gorgeous affair, and SO much fun. Now I think all of my friends should get married and have lovely lovely weddings and invite me. The wedding kind of freaked me out, though. Not in the way that I thought it would: this was the first wedding I've ever been to where it's my friends getting married, not someone's parents or an aunt or uncle, and I was fairly certain that the thought of all of us growing up was going to give me at least one adulthood-induced panic attack. Instead, the wedding made me reevaluate (yet AGAIN) where I want to live next year. Almost all of the Dartmouth people at the wedding either live in Boston or have lived there at some point. I spent a lot of time talking about my hometown, and at the reception, singing Sweet Caroline and Charlie on the MTA. The whole thing made me incredibly homesick.

On the way back to San Francisco, I had to change planes in Atlanta. As we were boarding, an airline employee came running over to watch everyone get on the plane. "I wish I were going with you," he said, "back to the Bay." He helped a woman in a wheelchair down the jetway. "Just because we're colored, you and I, doesn't mean we aren't from the Bay. I'll do anything for people from the Bay."

I understood exactly how he felt. I was boarding a plane for the wrong city. San Francisco is a wonderful and amazing place, but it's not home. I've made some really wonderful friends this year, but they're not my family. I'm not sure that I'm done with San Francisco yet, but I'm not sure that I'm not, either. I spend an awful lot of time missing people who live on the other side of the country, missing my favorite cafes, missing home. Today I freaked out because San Francisco summer weather is all wrong to me. Does that mean, though, that it's time to go home, or does it mean that I need to calm down and learn to appreciate the things that make this city so great? Even if that means learning to appreciate cold and foggy summers?

1 comment:

  1. One of things that I am starting to learn about being an adult is that there isn't always necessarily one right answer. Sometimes I wish there were, but sadly, that does not seem to be the case. Regardless of what you choose, I am sure you will have moments of fun and moments of "what on earth was I thinking?!"


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