No Small Town Girl

Sometimes, I am unceremoniously reminded of how much I love living in a city. I was in Boston for a conference, and there the thought hit me again. What would I do in a large city? No, I would not jump right in and join the hullabaloo and the madness. I love big cities because I love sitting back and watching life move at a fast pace. The busy streets, the crowds, coffee shops, the waterfront, students walking with backpacks, office commuters headed for work, mommies walking along while their little ones monkey around. There is not a dull moment when you live in a big city. I walked along river Charles, visited MIT and Harvard campus, walked the streets of the Harvard Square, admired the waterfront by the harbor, and so much more. Boston smells strongly of history. Bridges, water, international airports, large streets, bad traffic, it has everything. MIT, Harvard, Tufts, and a lot more, you might as well call it the intellectual capital. The view of the lake along the Boston College (Chestnut campus) reminded me of the long walks I used to take by the Green Lake in Seattle. I will probably be happy to relocate anywhere as long as it is a big city by the coast. So perhaps it is time to get my ass on the work desk and work harder, get some publications, propose, defend, suck it all, finish up, and look for a job in a big city. Seattle, Boston, Philadelphia, San Francisco, Portland, one can only hope.

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