I Think I’ll Go To Boston

So if you aren’t familiar with one of my all-time favorite songs, even though New York and Boston are sworn enemies, click here. And yes, I totally played this song as we took off from DFW, and descended into BOS.

I have to admit it. I got lonely, a little bit sad, and it got to the point where I was willing to put down just about any amount of money to be in the presence of anyone I knew and loved. So I did.

Right up there with my most brilliant ideas? Maybe not. Worth it? Absolutely.

I made a really impulsive, very expensive decision about four days before the 4th of July to crash at one of my friend’s houses just outside of Boston. We talk non-stop, but I hadn’t seen her for months and I missed her like crazy, and I really needed someone to validate my consistent use of the word “hella” and be accepting of my constant talking about New York.

Honestly, the first thing we did when I got off the plane (besides encounter some severe issues finding each other) was go to Costco. We have one in my little suburban town back home, and as a kid I never liked going (because I was, and probably still am, that kid who doesn’t like shopping unless it’s specifically for me), but it was the most fun I’ve ever had going to Costco. Being away makes you appreciate all of the little things you take for granted, like going for thirds on all of Costco’s samples.

We grabbed pizza and visited an old-fashioned candy shop, and saw Magic Mike XXL just for Channing Tatum and Twitch. We made several Dunkin’ Donuts runs (Dunkin’ was invented in Massachusetts so they’re everywhere, and I can’t get to the one in Austin!). On the 4th of July, we crashed someone’s backyard fireworks show. In reality, it was the simplest suburban weekend in the history of ever, but it might have been the most fun I’ve had all summer.


On top of that, perhaps what made me happiest (since I am currently attempting to live alone for the very first time) was that I got to go off to bed for two nights knowing my friend was asleep on the other side of the room, instead of several states and a time zone away. Apparently I never realized how much of a difference it makes to know that your parents are just down the hall, or your sister is next door, or that your friends live just 3 floors below you or across the street. It’s another thing I have clearly taken for granted (Being an adult is going really well, guys…).

It was over all too soon, I was missing it before I even left the ground at Logan International, and I already cannot wait to go back.

I hear it’s nice in the summer… Augustana, I can assure you it’s all that and then some.



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