![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3txLJNorFEs0D0Y13D130or1iD3TD21njw5ArhQMRGSc0_jDDUXOU8otHJqjRkwyrQH2VyClQlBreFFI_49vQui2c_IFs8INJJhC3LZXDusu6OGv8SB92PDr1P0iwM5UKboX1yfA4s4/s320/Screen+shot+2011-09-28+at+10.14.26+PM.png)
I’ve been coming to Boston on a regular basis sense I was seven. I lived about an hour south of the city. I would drive by Wentworth every time on my way to Children’s Hospital on Longwood Ave. From about my sophomore year of high school, each time we drove by I would say, “I’m going to go there.” The issue was, once I finally did get to the city I realized that I was completely lost because I only knew the five or so streets that it takes to get from the highway to the hospital. I quickly learned that the Pru can get you anywhere from almost anywhere in Boston. With that knowledge and a few mistakes of getting on the wrong T I quickly became pro at navigating myself around the city. Although I can’t exactly say one specific reason as to why, I absolutely love Boston. The hostile people, loud streets and seemingly random hidden parks have made it home.
No comments:
Post a Comment