It’s 10:30 and I’ve finally started packing. 

I have letters to read, boarding passes to print, black bags to put in attics.  All before my 9am flight from Logan. 

After 4 years of college in Boston, the 4 best years of my life, it’s hard to say goodbye to this great city.  But more importantly the people who make the city, and have made me who I am today.  Friends, familys, coworkers, bosses, professors, lovers.  Born in SanFran, raised in New York, Boston. 

Boston is where I lived and grew and learned. 

My name is embeded on the walls of Fenway bars, my kisses live on the rooftops of Allston, my photos line the halls of the College of Communication and the Statehouse.  Every block, every address I pass I stop and go “oh.” And its usually a good one. 

I’ll miss this city where my dreams began and even more the people in it.  I know I’ll be back soon, alive kicking and better than ever.  So here’s to my last 11 hours of Massachusetts for a bit, hopefully I shall get some sleep.

“Well, I love that dirty water. Oh Boston your my home” - The Standells