The love stories we've all heard of are usually relatively similar to one another. Person A meets Person B, some sort of relationship ensues, and after a long period of romantic dates and moonlit walks on the beach, Person A and Person B fall in love. And then there is the love story between me, myself, and Boston.
(the above set of words is taken from a little blog post i wrote exactly one year and two days ago. i'll publish the full post after.) (and the above photo is taken from february 2010, when i stayed at the sheraton in the back bay.)
i admit it. i'm a bit ignorant. i overlook the great aspects in other areas and cities for boston. i am vividly aware of my tunnel vision, but i don't care. i need to end up in boston - there are so many opportunities and careers available, not to mention all those non-profit internships, etc. it just comes down to applications and housing now. i know i have my undergraduate years to worry about that...but i have to start thinking now.
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