Alright. Let's get serious for sec. I love Boston. I mean if you read my blog or know me at all, you know I have this insane obsession with Europe and Paris and how I dream about going there and so on. Boston is right up there but on a different level. A whole different level.
Been there. Loved it. Love it. IN love with it. Why?
-FENWAY
-Mike's Cannolis
-Reginas
-The North End in general (I swear I should marry an Italian)
-The Harbor
-THE HISTORY
-It's a city. Shopping...obviously.
-The gardens.
-The food.
-The variety.
-The posh, class, and yet homey feel of Boston.
And since I like being around people, I love Boston. It's a city so it's bustling with activity and always so much to do!
So here's the situation. My dream is to live in Boston. I don't mean in some ritzy pent house or fancy-smancy condo or brownstone (but I wouldn't complain if I did!). I would be happy in some teeny, tiny, itty-bitty apartment. I'd make it my own and make it so cozy and awesome. I yearn to live in Boston. Explore the city, get to know all the short cuts and all that. Alright so I'm graduating from college in April and from there I must apply to and complete an internship. My internship for dietetics is more like grad school meets residency. It prepares me from the exam I must take to become a registered dietitian to practice legally. So what's the issue? I don't know where to apply.
My dream? Boston!
My top choices: Brigham and Womens Hospital and then Mass General.
The other thing...well....for reasons I'm not going into right now, maybe I should stay out west. So maybe Arizona? Utah? California even?
It's all so confusing! Do I follow my dreams or take a completely unplanned path!?!?! Gah! This is so confusing yet so exciting at the same time.
Alas....I have some time.
Thoughts?
2 comments:
I say come California way, but only because I'm biased in the fact that I want you to be closer to me. I'd say apply everywhere you'd even consider going, and then worry about it when you have all your acceptance letters.
I had the same passion for Boston when I was in college. I applied to grad school there and got in and I was ALL OVER IT. I LOOOOOVED living in Boston. I mean SERIOUSLY loved it. My mom thought I would never leave. I probably would never have left if it weren't for my hubby's job. I can't say enough about how much I loved living in that city. Just thinking of it makes me elated with the gazillion fond memories. My very happiest of happy years were spent there, no doubt about it. I could go on and on and on...but I won't. Like always, go with your gut. Your gut is never wrong.
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