Four years after arriving in Boston, I said good-bye yesterday.
Before I stepped out of my place and into the car, I meditated on how lucky I’d been to have had this experience, to have lived as I did, doing what I did, all the while learning a ton. I am better for it all, and inside that emotional envelope I found gratitude that dwarfed the speck of sadness.
Gorgeous skies and crisp autumn air wrapped it all as the city’s serpentine skyline shrank in my rearview. Paul Van Dyk’s “See You On The Other Side” harmonized with the growling thunder of my engine. With a smile that felt a mile deep, I opened the sunroof.
Onward. North, for now.