I've lived in boston for two year now, and each time that I have left I have missed it. I'm used to saying goodbye to places and people being a TCK and all that. So when I moved to Boston for Uni I hardly expected to fall in love with it as hard as I did and have such difficulty parting ways with the city when I went 'home' for the holidays. But I did fall in love and I do have difficulty leaving, it's become my home now. It's mine, which may not make sense to a lot of people but it's the place I chose to reside. I've chosen to go to school in Boston, and so it was on my shoulders what would happen to me when I got there knowing no one and having zero network to rely on. I think that from the very start I romanticized about that fact, that I'd chosen this place to dwell and nobody else had any claim over it. I'd finally chosen a home. So dear Boston, please don't ever change from the accepting and forever broadening perspective of ideals and ideas that you hold now, because it's what I have grown to love about you.
From,
A friend & resident