i went back to the old 'tute to see some friends, visit old professors and my advisor (the best advisor in the world), walk along the streets where i used to play as an underage drinker, and the firm. memories, memories, memories. some good, some bad. some that i didn't realize i had swept under the rug. some that were waiting to be called forth.
no matter what, i don't regret going there. of course, there are some days when i lament the fact that i lost the last few remaining years of my adolescence there, but most days, i realize it was a great place to be. i came to be there, and i met those who would accompany me along the path of coming to be.
boston is still the same, rushed, cold, harsh city. there's still salt on the ground that climbs up your pants via capillary action, and people still honk and scream at you, though they're the ones who can't drive. the big dig is leaking in places it shouldn't be, and parking is just as difficult to find as it always is. i still have my account and am amazed at how athena *always* has the same dank and wet smell. and though i don't recognize the faces anymore, the students in athena still look intensely frightened at what their compilers might tell them. not much has changed about boston, it seems, but maybe me.
everything familiar or not evoked a feeling within me that was attached to a memory about an experience. the firm provoked especially negative and anxious feelings. seeing friends brought forth especially sweet ones. i probably won't ever go back to boston, given that i'm inclined towards the west coast, but a part of it still feels like home. i guess it's where innocence was lost, but faith regained.Posted by redchilipepper at December 23, 2004 04:28 PM