Happy Anniversary Boston!
We’ve been together ELEVEN years now, and I’m still enamored with you as I was the first time I ever visited (which was about a month before I moved to Boston)!
In the past eleven years I’ve seen this city grow and change, just almost as much as I have since I moved into my first apartment.
Here are some fun facts about my 11 years in Boston:
The day I found out I was accepted to Emerson was the day my father said that I’d never move back home. So far he’s right. I’m no longer the country girl; I’m a full fledged city girl.
It was also the day I found out I was going to be moving to a city that I had never been to before, and it didn’t bother me at all. Life’s an adventure.
The Boston Common & Public Garden are two of my favorite spots in the city.
I’ve had nine roommates and five apartments since 2002.
Two moved in together after we lived together, and then moved to different states. (2002-2003)
Two eventually ended up in NYC, but separately. (2003-2004)
One moved back to TN. (2004-2007)
One moved back to CA. (2007-2009)
One moved in with his girlfriend. (2009-20012)
One moved in last year. (2012)
And one I’ve lived with since 2007.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of mice, and one bat. I have no mercy for mice (I refuse to use glue-traps though), and my best advice for bats is to open a window and call animal/pest control.
I’m well versed in tenant/landlord laws & policies. Never underestimate the power of threatening a call to the local authorities about a violation. A kitchen was fixed very quickly once I threatened to call the health inspector.
My couch is older than me, is a little saggy, and yet I refuse to get rid of it. One day I’ll replace it… but it’s comfortable.
I’ve packed and unpacked a lot of books and kitchen items in my day.
Hiring movers the last time I moved was the best idea ever. I also didn’t move September 1, so that helped tremendously.
Flat Stanley (or a version of Flat) has visited me three times to date. I have stock photos of the city for any future Flat’s. It’s also given me an excuse to be a tourist in my adopted city. There’s still quite a bit I haven’t seen.
I haven’t had a car in 11 years, and rarely drive. My longest streak was three plus years without driving. Even when I was 16, I was never a fan of city driving. Some things don’t change.
I may live in the city, but Brookline has turkeys. Trying to cross the street when there are turkeys and Canadian Geese in the same area can be perilous.
I still get excited about taking public transportation. The trains fascinate me, I don’t mind taking the bus, and it provides me the opportunity to people watch. I’ve always said that everyone has a story, and public transportation lets me come up with some stories about people and sometimes hear their own stories too.
I don’t always understand people with thick Boston accents, and I still say tennis-shoes and pop sometimes.
I love going to Fenway Park when the Red Sox are playing the Cleveland Indians. It’s the best of both worlds for me. They’re both my teams, and so no matter what, I always win. (No, I will not choose a team. End. Of. Story.)
I think from the moment I stepped off the plane in 2002, I fell in love with this little “big” city. I’ve made more memories than I can count, have met some of the most interesting people, and some of them I’m privileged to call my friends. Oh,Boston, you’re my home.