My visit to Boston was wonderful. But, it brought back so many memories of when I lived there. It was really the best and worst part of my life. From what I can tell from comments made by some of my friends there, I'm not alone in this feeling.
The best: Boston was the only place i've moved to where I didn't know anyone. I felt very brave and grown-up. It was my first full-time job. My first time living on the East Coast. I fell in love with the city and the people. The deepest relationships I've ever made where made in Boston. I really miss it.
The worst: I ended up with a dead-end job and I had a huge personality conflict with one of my coworkers, who just drove me crazy. I hated my job by the last 2 years. But the worst part of my experience there was a broken heart. I know it sounds so dramatic, but I was crushed by a man who I loved. It wasn't just that he rejected me, but he betrayed, mislead, and abandoned me.
So that’s my Boston experience. It was weird being back because it brought back a lot of memories that I thought were forgotten. Some of them were not so good. I have to wonder if this man remembers any of the same things I do. Has he blocked them out, or have they just been completely overshadowed by others? It’s so strange that we shared the same experiences, but have left with totally different memories of them.
So that’s my Boston experience. It was weird being back because it brought back a lot of memories that I thought were forgotten. Some of them were not so good. I have to wonder if this man remembers any of the same things I do. Has he blocked them out, or have they just been completely overshadowed by others? It’s so strange that we shared the same experiences, but have left with totally different memories of them.
1 comments:
that is the same feeling I have whenever I visit Provo. Broken heart feelings that never have gone away. :(
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