It felt like walking into a time machine. I knew Boston intimately for 3 years, and have already been away more than twice as long as I lived there. I spent my summers there as a child and 3 years of my twenties. Now I’m lucky to make it up there more than once a year.
I didn’t have much time to walk the streets here, but the little I managed to get in were in my old stomping grounds. I walked into Brigham Circle and SMFA and memories came flooding back. There weren’t many bad times back then, but the patina that only comes with age has glossed over them to leave only the good.
Boston will always have a special place in my heart.