She wasn’t my first choice.
noisy, aggressive, imposing.
Arrogant with a funny accent.
I preferred her eastern cousin —
classic New England stock,
refined, not nearly as chaotic.
She was my first home, afterall,
where I earned my degree —
and my love of all things Boston.
But that other City
(spelled with a capital C)
captured my heart and ran with it…
through the corridors of Grand Central,
along the paths in Central Park,
and down old Broadway.
Each visit with her was a moment,
etched in my memory:
the foods, the sounds, the smells,
I remember the museums, the bridge,
the brunch, the parade, the lights
the trains, the crowds,
the people who shared the ride:
best friends, new friends, boyfriends,
my very first trip and my last.
My last for a while,
but not forever, I know.
She’s a tough broad and she’ll be back.