This past weekend, I visited a few of my best friends out in Boston. It was only my second time in the city, but with every visit I fall more in love with it. Living right outside of New York City, I’m used to the hustle and bustle and steel and glass. So when I walk alongside the brick and the cobblestone it is almost a surreal experience. You can feel the history as you meander throughout the city, down to the harbor, along Newbury Street. There were these hidden side streets, giving way to small flower shops and markets that you would only discover by accident. I felt new, like a different person adventuring a territory strange to me.
As warm days gradually shifted to chilly nights, we got dressed and explored this new side of Boston. The bar scene was absolutely incredible. Drawing people from the dozens of colleges in the Boston area, it was like a scene out of a movie. Live music, huge open spaces with towering ceilings and exposed brick. Bar, dance floor, bar, dance floor. It was one of the coolest places I have ever been. To make it even better, I got to spend that time with my best friends who I haven’t seen since the summer. We picked things up as if we had seen each other the day before, which is one of the most key elements in a good friendship. When you have that continuity after separation, void of awkwardness. We danced and mingled and met new people all night.
But, as they do, night turns into day and weekends come to an end. We were up early Sunday morning, grocery shopped and ate cinnamon rolls, an easy start. By noon I had called my Uber and my friends walked with me to the pickup spot. It was sad to go, leave these beautiful people and beautiful city, both of which I adore. Flying back to my realty in Buffalo, dreaming of my next visit. Or really planning their next visit so I can show them around my host city. It was a great weekend.