I first came to Boston in 1992 as a freshman in college with little understanding of how big a role the city would play in my life. I left several times but kept returning to the familiar, to the place that was my home for the longest continuous period of my life. Even with all its faults, its bad drivers, the horrible winters and heartbreaks big and small, I’ll miss the city, and am thankful for the person it helped me become.
I’m off to travel, for at least 6 months if not longer. First stop is Central and Eastern Europe, before heading to Italy/Sicily for about a month in September/October.