Glutard

I am currently on a bus full of people that I really do not enjoy, traveling through the great state of Connect I Cut to a place I swore as a kid I would live. Where did younger Mary swear she would live: Boston.

I thought all roads lead to Boston, it was my city. Bean town- I even named my dog after it. Beans. Then I went to school in Rhode Island, dated a guy I was sure I would end up with because he was all things Boston. So Boston I could not move if during a Red Sox came because I would jinx them, so Boston that when he was offered a 2 year gig in bora bora and said no because that is not Boston. Then life happened and I realized he never actually treated me in a healthy manner and always found reasons I was not right for him. Needless to say we broke up- but if you ask him we never actually dated.

I moved to DC, then to LA and while both cities have their amazing so wonderful things, neither city was me. They felt like I had to try to fit in. I never felt political enough for DC or Californian enough for LA. I was never home.

Now younger Mary would have said - um move to Boston, you fool because it’s cool and your college friends are near by and and and. Spoiler alert- younger Mary was wrong. Sitting here on this bus, I have come to see that it’s was never Boston that I wanted but the idea of travel that I craved.

Even though there are many pieces to my life that are missing, I wake up knowing I am in the right place everyday. I love being within 2 hours of my parents, 4 hours of Boston, 4 hours of DC and 6 hours to Ireland and LA. I love running to central park, along Roosevelt Island and over bridges. I love that my great-grand father helped to build the empire state building, that my grandparents grew up and were married here. I love that my grandmother sparkles when she talks about the city she rarely gets to see.

I finally finally feel home and that makes the past two years of crazy ups and downs so worth it. I know I’ve said this before but it gets better. It really does!