I’m leaving. I’m sorry to tell you this way, but it’s for the best. It’s not you … it’s me. It’s just not working out. I think I’ve outgrown you, and I need to move on. You’re just not what I need anymore.
It’s not anything you’ve done – in fact, without you in my life the last 4 years, I would not have grown into the person I am. I’ll miss aspects of you very much. I’ll miss walking around and seeing history at every turn. I’ll miss your old buildings and houses, your cobblestones and old graveyards, your harborwalk and your skyline. I’ll miss your inhabitants and their pride in their hometown, sports teams, and accent. (And yes, I’ll miss the accent. I grew up a New Kids fan – I find the accent endearing.) I feel privileged to have lived in Boston for four years, to have showed scores of our family and friends around, to have absorbed so much history and culture from the city and surrounding suburbs.
I’ll miss Arlington very much, especially The Costume Company, and The Book Rack, the Gail Ann Coffee Shop, Fitness First, and Menotomy Rocks Park. I’ll miss eating at Tango, and Not Your Average Joe’s, and Tryst, and Chilly Cow. I’ll miss walking on the Bike Path and saying “on your left” to the cyclists that fly by me and nearly take off my arm as they pass without a warning. I’ll miss yelling at those same cyclists who whiz by me on the sidewalk, past the big red signs in Arlington Center that say “No Bicycles on Sidewalks.” I will not at all miss commuting on the MBTA, except that now I will have to find something new to tweet about.
Most of all, I’ll miss the people I’ve met, lived near, and worked with in the Boston area. Outside of their vehicles, Bostonians are the nicest, friendliest people of any city I’ve lived in. They’re fiercely proud of their city, and well they should be. (They just drive like brain-crazed zombies on crack.)
But even with all that, it’s just not enough for me. I’ve always been a Californian at heart, even when I was a kid and had never been there. I always knew it was where I was destined to end up, and having previously lived in California and left, I now know that nothing else could ever fill its place. And so to California I return. I need the West Coast - the sun, the heat, the creative, laid-back atmosphere – it’s in my blood, and my heart, and my head. Nothing else will suffice, and though Boston has been a wonderful adventure, it’s not home.
So Boston, I hope you understand. I’ll always have a special place in my heart for you, and I hope that we can still be friends. I promise to never root against the Sox, to always root against the Patriots (sorry, folks, Bills fan to the core!) and to never take sides between the Celtics and the Lakers.
We’ll always have The Burren.
The Hazmat Headmistress