Two weeks ago, I packed my entire life in five suitcases and moved across the country. It was hard saying goodbye to Los Angeles, my adopted home for the past 8 years. I'd grown accustomed to the busy downtown streets and mild California weather. I was even indifferent to the infamous Los Angeles traffic. But most of all, I loved the familiarity of home.
|Birds-eye view over Los Angeles|
I've always had a romanticized notion of east coast living. After 8 years in Los Angeles, I knew I would regret it if I never lived in the east coast before turning 30. Harvard gave me a one-way ticket out of California for the next three years and I took it. "This is what you've always wanted," my mom reminds me.
But nothing breeds anxiety quite like the unknown.
|Landing at Boston Logan International Airport. The first day of the next three years of my life.|
Move-in day was a blur. We fought through a maze of public transit routes in a foreign city. We picked up used Craigslist furniture around Boston in a rented Uhaul truck. Then we tried to finagle the furniture up three flights of the most rickety and narrow staircase I've ever encountered.
|This is what my first day in Boston felt like...|
I'm still getting used to the limited real estate space in Boston. I downsized my wardrobe to fit the tight closet space. My current kitchen is noticeably smaller than my walk-in closet in downtown Los Angeles. In-house washer and dryer units don't exist here. I store my pantry items on the floor of my closet and my toothbrush on my desk.
|My new bedroom in Boston.|
|Overlooking the Charles River from my program director's penthouse in Back Bay.|
But two weeks into my new life in Boston, there is some semblance of normalcy. My pantry is stocked with food. My bedsheets are freshly laundered. A blue peacock tapestry hangs over the exposed-brick wall in my bedroom. I have a few friends to call my own. I still don't have any clue how to survive a New England winter. Or how to distinguish the inbound trams from the outbound trams. But I'm starting to find a comfortable rhythm and place in this majestic city. I can't wait for the adventure of my life for the next three years in Boston.
Slowly but surely, Boston is starting to feel like home.