nostalgic / boston

Sorry for the sketchy phone photos…mostly kept the camera tucked away during this trip.

Doing a little “live blogging” here at Logan Airport while eating a salted chocolate chip cookie from Taco Party. I got here on Thursday for my brother’s White Coat Ceremony at Boston University and stuck around for a few days to spend time with friends and see old coworkers.

It’s hard to believe that it’s already August. I last flew out of Boston on September 28, 2018 to travel around Ireland, London, Toronto, Jasper National Park, and Victoria before heading home.  It doesn’t feel like that long ago that I wrote about my new year resolutions or my confusions about where my life was headed. Returning to Boston in a healthier mental state of being has helped confirm for me that I made the right decision in taking time for myself and moving back home. I feel that I’ve been able to grow into myself more—to engage in my personal interests, strengthen meaningful relationships with my friends and family, to take care of my health, to spend time doing the things I love.

Boston may never have felt like home in the way that California does to me now, but I’m still grateful for the intellectual challenges it provided me and the life lessons I learned here. Harsh winters taught me how to prepare for the unpredictability of life. Being thrown into unfamiliar situations throughout my time here without the safety net of familial comfort cemented my confidence in my ability to survive as an independent human. While self-sufficiency is undoubtedly a good life skill, I have a lot of gratitude towards the fact that I don’t have to face everything on my own anymore. It sounds silly, but it is incredible to recognize and accept that it’s okay to allow myself to let other people make my life better—it doesn’t make me any less whole.