First of all, let me say– you are beautiful. I know we haven’t always gotten along (sometimes your T catches on fire, and I really don’t want to have to deal with that, ok?) but deep down, I have always loved you, Boston. We’ve had some really great times. Remember when Obama became president and your streets flooded with celebrating students? We paraded all the way down to Copley that night. Our relationship has been wonderful, and we’ve both grown so much in the time I’ve been with you.
You have so much to offer, and I know that the next round of college freshman will really appreciate just how great you are. I envy them, exploring your geography for the first time. Finding their pathways from Newbury Street down to Faneuil Hall, and back again. I know you’ll be happy without me, and that gives me some measure of peace.
The thing is, I have to leave. I’m so sorry, Boston, I never saw us breaking up either, but I can’t stay. I just need to spread my wings somewhere else for awhile, but know that with every new city I venture into, I’ll always be thinking of you.
It’s definitely not you. It’s me. But… your public transport system is kind of a diva, and you really need to figure out where you stand with that. And you’re not very accepting of new things, you know? Remember when Green Street Vault tried to open within city limits? It was really immature how you handled that. Also, you keep wanting to go to bed earlier and earlier. What’s up with that? The rest of the world stays up late, Boston.
I just don’t know if we’re compatible anymore. Maybe if you work on those things I’ll think about coming back. You were my first real home, so we’ll always have a special connection.
–Rachel, Future Boston Intern