![]() A life of my mom’s coworker’s daughter whose hand-me-downs I used to wear. Visiting BU felt indulgent, like stepping into someone else’s life. I was accepted into both, and with a patchwork of scholarships and loans, they seemed doable. In addition to the expected local colleges, I’d applied to New York University as my “dream” school, and also BU because my mom heard about it from a coworker whose daughter was a happy sophomore there. We had no guidance counselor to talk us through our college options, and the internet was just gaining momentum with ubiquitous and borderline sketchy chat rooms. No one from my tiny immigrant high school in Brooklyn left the five boroughs to attend college, never mind going to a different state. The second time, I came here with my dad to check out Boston University. ![]() I thought Boston was “cute” compared to New York. I still remember the thrill of the road giving way to water as we quacked down the Charles River. The first time, I was a teen and my parents and I stayed in Burlington and did all the typical touristy things, like walking the Freedom Trail, getting our caricatures drawn on the Common and taking a Duck Tour. I visited Boston twice before moving here for college. Email your reflection to us at and please put "LETTERS TO BOSTON" in the subject line. If you’ve got a small Boston story or moment that sticks with you, we’d love to read it. The Boston we knew as 20-somethings is different - we’re different - but some things stay the same. A series of abandoned wharfs can become miles of gleaming condominiums. ![]() But what felt true to a “Boston moment” was the sense of momentum we came away with. (We’ve both been around long enough to remember when the Seaport was an industrial zone - now you can grab a craft beer and go snow tubing.) As we ditched our kids to scarf down beers, burgers and literature, the night felt like a meeting of old and new, past and present. We made the trek from our respective suburbs to meet in the Seaport one evening to attend a friend’s book launch party at Porter Square Books. We had one of our own Boston moments recently. Is it navigating a maze of one-way streets from memory? A spur-of-the-moment “tourist in your own city” Duck Tour? Walking through Forest Hills Cemetery with a giant iced Dunkin’? We have our eye on a series of pieces featuring the kinds of moments that make this place feel like home, and we’re calling it “Letters to Boston.”įield Guide to Boston: Discover - and rediscover - your Boston. ![]() It got us thinking about what a “Boston moment” looks like. We’re big fans of the New York Times series Metropolitan Diary, which highlights snapshots of life in a time and place. After that piece published, we asked our readers to submit stories of their own - and now we hope you'll keep sharing them with us. Just before Thanksgiving, Cog published a collection of love letters to Boston. Facebook Email A couple enjoying Boston Harbor at sunset. ![]()
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