Saturday was an impossibly hot day. Humid and sticky. Walking to the train quickly became an annoyance. Shirts get sticky, shorts get sticky, underwear gets sticky. You slurp down your home-mixed ice tea while you watch the ice cubes melt at record pace.
You drive 3 stops and you are downtown. You walk around.
There are moments, where I suddenly look around and realize that this place has truly become a home.
4 years ago next month, I left my wasband for good. I had separated in May, but it suddenly strikes me now, as I sit here, that I will be closing on my condo the SAME day I arrived in Boston 4 years ago.
I arrived with two suitcases.
A dog who was with my parents waiting to join me.
No home. One friend in Boston. Didn’t know anybody. No prospect to find a job. No apartment. No support. No alimony.
4 years later, I walk through these streets and they are my streets.
I stroll through the Financial District giving tourists advice where to go, where to eat.
I have kissed boys on more than one of these street corners and I have fallen in like and I have cried a few tears here. Good and sad.
4 years later.
The day I arrived here with nothing. Now I am likely going to sign the final documents to get the keys to my own place.
I walk through these streets and people greet me now and I get home and I have two dogs sitting on top of me.
Life is not perfect. Life will never be perfect. But life is good most days. Some days close to perfect.
I love the person I am. I love that I stood up for myself. I love that I left someone who wasn’t good for me. I love my neighborhood, my friends, my work.
Life is not perfect, but good. And good makes me feel content. And feeling content most days of your week is actually a pretty big deal, because if you constantly strive for life to be just a little bit better, you are never at peace.
I am going to be getting the keys to my first place the same day I arrived in this city crumbled, scared, sad and pissed off with nothing but my firm believe that I deserve better, that I can do better. I had that firm BELIEF, but I didn’t BELIEVE it.
Took me a few years to actually believe it and now I am here.