I never use this blog as any kind of bully pulpit. I barely ever express my opinion up here about anything and that is on purpose. First, this is a picture blog. If I wanted to express my opinion, I would have a non picture blog on some kind of theme where I expressed my opinion. Instead I post pictures of dogs, mountains and whatever else appears in front of my camera worth photographing.
Recently though, I read something that I feel the need to respond to. I’ve read another blog called Gawker for years and up there was an essay by a person whose been living in Boston for a couple of years. In it she detailed how she actually lives in Cambridge and basically saw her time here as a clock punching exercise while in law school. The people were cold, the atmosphere of the city uninviting, the author said.
I found myself wondering what city she was talking about. I knew what she meant with her words. I had a similar sentiment when I lived in Washington, a place I struggled to connect with. However, Washington is a place that a lot of people struggle to connect with. Expressing the same sentiment about Boston doesn’t ring true to me.
I write a lot up here about how surprised I am about how much I like Boston. I love the haze over Downtown Crossing in the morning. I love how walking through Harvard Square means you will find something weird there. I love how compact the city is. I can leave work, board a boat and go to Harbor island in less than an hour. Or a beach. Or a ski slope in the winter.
This is the only place I have ever lived that I have liked more and more as the years go on. I thought initially when I moved here that I would eventually leave. Maybe another city, back to Europe, etc. But now I can’t possibly picture leaving.
Speaking of pictures, some aforementioned Boston charm. Yesterday I was walking through Harvard Square, when I spotted a big group of (what I assume) were Harvard students, in the pouring rain, belting out tunes. It was fabulous. I gave these guys $5 for effort alone: