ADV #10: How High the Hill
I’m still wasn’t certain* how I felt about Boston. That’s to say, before I left for Japan I prepared myself to miss Boston. I thought up all the selling points to this city so that my return trip home would be anticipated. I was certain a 15 hour flight would leave me wanting and needing this newfound city I hadn’t quite broken in. I guess I just really needed to want to want Boston.
Japan didn’t quite do that for me.
The trip itself left me dumbfounded. I didn’t want to stay but I wasn’t certain where I’d sooner leave. I thought a lot about my home city of Chicago. I fantasized about taking an outgoing plane anywhere. I cooked up a cute story of using an emergency only credit-card to fly anywhere I’ve never been all in the name of this year of adventure. But, pragmatism came into play. I had things at home. I was enrolled in classes and had jobs. Probably, more practically, my credit card had a limit that I near exhausted on my trip. I was Boston-bound.
And really, that’s no reason to complain. It’s just… I hadn’t acclimated to Boston yet. I’d been adventuring and trying on for size different neighborhoods and trying to be really and truly optimistic, yet, the city fell short. Something was missing. (More …)
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