I moved to Boston unofficially in September 2009, and officially January 2010. My best friend had moved here to attend UMass Boston in Dorchester. Since UMass Boston is a commuter school, the “dorms” we’ll call them for the sake of context, were the surrounding housing communities of Harbor Point, and the Penninsula. Although these were regular housing communities, they were also treated like college dorms.
I had already dropped out and was working for AT&T full-time and managed a transfer to one of the highest grossing stores in the northeast. This meant I was able to move in with my friend and do what any 21 year old does, party. Party we did. Being the fact I was one of the only ones at the time who could legally buy booze, we bought a lot. These are what I consider my “college years.”
The types of spontaneous parties that would happen were something I wasn’t used to in my ‘western mass’ life. It was the city, you could literally do anything at any time. It was a dream for someone like me who lived a party lifestyle. That lifestyle that got me in trouble at home was accepted here!
Almost seven years later, and I have mellowed out compared to what I was like when I fist moved here. Now I live in a nice house in Somerville (which reminds me of home, and its almost creepy) and have a decent career. It is amazing how much shit you need to learn before you mature. Yes, I used to be a classic disaster case, but I have grounded and moved on with life and enjoy where I am now.
The thought of moving back home has come up a few times, but I can’t imagine leaving Boston. I have adapted to the city and it has become a part of me. Yes, winters suck, and parking is even worse, but I still love it for some odd reason. It is a happy middle ground.