Wishful Thinking

If I’m correct I took both of these photos on the same morning.  I could check the file data and see, but I’m far too lazy to do something like that.  I used to love walking about in the morning aimlessly, usually after a long night of simply sitting in my room staring at the ceiling.  These walks really made me feel in love with the city, it just gave me that ‘thing’ I needed.

Not too long ago when I was trying to explain that very ‘thing’ to a good friend he managed to rebuff every reason I had.  He was quite correct for all of them, and quite wrong.  Boston, like much of Massachusetts, is a paradox.  It is a town filled with young progressive (and quite broke) minds that are ultimately controlled by aristocracy that buys its power, and it is brilliant.

The city will forever be engaged in a struggle between appeasing it’s citizenry and giving the students just enough leeway that they continue to spend their loaned money on schools in Boston and not other cities.  As a result the city will constantly be changing in its attempt to retain the old world charm that makes Quincy Market feel just a little bit more than an expensive shopping center.

I will admit that pursing a life there after college as one of those dreaded adults is something I’m not sure I would enjoy.  It’s quite difficult to imagine a life of walking around simply being reminded of the exploits of the past and not continuing them.  I can never be an undergraduate student again, I can never turn 21 again and I can never truly be a part of that lifestyle again.  These are all facts that make me quite uneasy.

It’s a lot like breaking up with someone, you hate the new reality and you try really hard to remember the good times to help ease into the next stage of your life.  This process can take time, but one day you’ll be able to look back on it and say, “man, we had some crazy fucking nights, you guys want to go grab a pizza?”