This year has gone by quicker than I had first anticipated. I’ve
been a member of the Boston community for the past eight months and
have gotten accustomed to the traditions and people here. I don’t
know what it will be like to come home to California, the place I
had always considered my home.
This year has gone by quicker than I had first anticipated. I’ve been a member of the Boston community for the past eight months and have gotten accustomed to the traditions and people here. I don’t know what it will be like to come home to California, the place I had always considered my home.
I never thought anything could compare to Morgan Hill, until I came to Boston. Now I have to leave, not for long of course, just for the summer, but I still have to find a way to insert myself back into the norm of my old life. There is so much to look foreword to for the summer and for the fall. I can’t wait for my freshman year to be over with and behind me.
A friend from home, back in November said to me, “Morgan Hill isn’t your home anymore, Boston is.” I’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt my feelings, but I now realize how right she was. I have an apartment to look forward to next year, I have a group of friends who are my family here, I am learning so much about my future line of work and about myself. I am thankful to have the opportunity to have a home on two different sides of the country. Now, with the renting of a new apartment near campus, I can officially consider myself “bi-coastal.”
My girlfriends and I decided upon an apartment last weekend. The girls and I went apartment-hunting for about two and-a-half weeks, and looked at over 30 apartments spanning all four corners of the Northeastern University area. My wonderful parents flew over for the weekend to check out the place the girls and I had decided on and gave the “ok.”
We decided upon a two- bedroom, one-bathroom apartment located on “the nicest” street of apartment buildings in the Northeastern area. The girls and I have a beautiful apartment, complete with brick accenting, new paint, new carpeting, a porch and fish wallpaper in the bathroom (yes, that will be ripped out as soon as possible).
We are a five-minute walk from campus and managed to find one of the least expensive apartments available so close to school. $2,300 split between three girls, utilities-not-included will be a bit of a burden on both our parents’ pocketbooks and ours once we move in. The girls and I plan on working two jobs in the fall (one outside of school and one as part of our “work-study” scholarship.)
There are so many things here that my friends and I are planning now for the fall that make me not want to leave it: the apartment, planning for classes, planning for trips over the summer etc. I guess I’ve gotten caught up in the moment. I’m caught up in my life and experiences here that I feel like going home would be temporarily breaking away from it. I’m sure everyone coming home for the first summer after a year away at college feels this way.
As funny as it sounds, I’m already planning trips back to the east coast during the summer. I plan to fly out to Boston at least once over the summer to see my Massachusetts friends, Connecticut, and New York City. Despite the downsides to leaving my life here in Boston, I am excited about going home, especially after all the thunder storms we’ve been having lately.
I’ve already started packing for home. Half of my belongings, mostly my winter clothes and coats, are in storage in a friend’s apartment over the summer. The rest of it will be split up and either sent home (clothes) or put in another friend’s apartment. I’ll be leaving things like my computer, shelves, microwave, television, printer, etc.
I have so many things going on in my life right now, in Boston and in Morgan Hill. I’m not even home yet, and I already have plans for the next week. It is exciting being the one coming back from an “adventure” across the country. I am in my dream city, with my dream apartment, with perfect friends, taking the classes I want and living the life I want. I couldn’t ask for a better life than what I’m experiencing right now.
I will be home on June 5. I look foreword to working, seeing the true friends I left behind, my home and most importantly, my family. They’ve been so unbelievably supportive these past eight months. I don’t know what I would have done or what choices I would have made if they hadn’t allowed me to live my own life.
