Continuing a tradition started by our sister site, We Love DC, our authors are going to be introducing themselves by explaining what it is about Boston that drives their passion about the city. Join us throughout our first weeks as we admit Why We Love Boston.
In the spring of 2010, three years or so after I moved to the region following grad school, I wrote a brief essay on Why I Loved Washington, D.C. Maybe it’s clear to me because I wrote it, or because I’m thinking about it again, but this piece is going to sound fairly similar to that one (I’m not quoting Thoreau again, even though I’m now significantly closer to Walden Pond). I feel like it’s pretty evident: You see, the reason I loved DC was because that it was a safe place to feel like I wasn’t cheating on my Boston roots.
Boston has this way of moving with you wherever you go. You can sarcastically or authentically call it charm, Red Sox Nation or New England colonialism, but the diaspora runs deep in every corner of this country. That’s why, even spending some of my middle and high school years in the Phoenix area, I never truly let go. Sample Evidence? The “Save Fenway Park” bumper sticker that was on my Arizona-plated Ford Explorer from 1999-2002.
Of course, since that time, Fenway has been saved, renovated umpteen times and turned into a place where World Champions have hung out for a little bit. And I’ve grown into an adult who has not only returned to Boston, but went away for five years before coming back again.
The thing is, I don’t think I ever truly left, which is a very Boston thing. You can find a little bit of Boston everywhere you go. And it’s what I love the most about this place we call Beantown.