|It is interesting to me that some experiences in life are so incredibly perfect that they border on religious. In my mind there are alters of devotions to these memories. No matter what any one may say about particular elements of these memories they are always pristine and perfect in my mind.
Old State House: Boston
Boston happens to be one of these memories.
I spent what could possibly be considered the greatest week of my life in this amazing city. I was young and in love without a care in the world and the beautiful town of Boston was my backdrop. Over time the young and in love part faded and my world filled with cares, but Boston was forever a snow globe holding the precious memory of a time when I was genuinely happy.
When things start getting to be too much, I pull my Boston box down from the closet and transport myself back to a time of sublime bliss. There are pictures and souvenirs of course, but there are also small trinkets that are like secrets with memories that only I have access to.
|Boston Harbor near the Aquarium
I find myself saying that I miss Boston and that I’m dying to return. In reality what I miss is the way I felt in Boston, and what I am dying for is to have those feelings back. I daydream about graduating and moving up to this city that I fell in love with, much like a girl daydreams of running off to elope with the lover from her spring break fling.
My mind filters out the logistics of the scenario as inconvenient details. People mention the Massachusetts wrecked economy, insanely high taxes, and lack of jobs and I just tune it all out. “Details! I will deal with those another time!”. I respond with memories of beautiful parks, exciting museums, the amazing food and rich historic culture. My family, being from South Texas, naturally assumes I won’t be able to survive a New England winter, to which I say “Watch me!”
|Union Oyster House: Boston
In reality, people move all the time. People pick up and relocate for any number of reasons. When people move for a job or school, people praise them on seizing an opportunity. When I consider moving for something as monumental as happiness, people scold me for chasing pipe dreams. Then I think about all those things that were once considered pipe dreams, and what if the creators had not brought those things to fruition. How drab the world seems in which one never chases dreams.
Who knows if it will ever happen. While I know that I will certainly see Boston again in my life, the jury is still out on if I will actually reside there someday.
But I think that jury is leaning towards a yes!