What will I miss about Boston

Dunkin Donuts

Harvard

Charles River

Hera the cat

My lovely flatmate

My friend Emily

How I could just walk everywhere

Boston Accent

Harvard

A lot of other people like me- who were, like me, between places, careers, spaces in their minds and hearts

Diversity

The T

A hospital virtually around every corner

Universities every few blocks

This amazing feeling, that anything and everything was possible



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