Boston

This is such a long overdue post, but this Sunday is a beautiful summer afternoon and I’ve just come back from (possibly) the last place listed on my where-to-go list and I just can’t find any other excuse not to pour my overwhelming feelings into writings.

charles river
Took this on a cruise along Charles River. Two of the city’s most recognizable buildings: John Hancock tower and Prudential Center.

Boston.

  

Never in my wildest dreams I’ve ever thought of being an expat at this very young age of 25. And when everyone in my program is supposed to go to Atlanta, Boston was the least expected city to go to. I admit it didn’t go very well in terms of the assignment itself, bumps here and there, but I couldn’t be more thankful that out of so many cities and countries I could possibly go to, God just purposefully placed me in Boston, Massachusetts.

MIT Killian Court
I took a picture at this very same spot of this very same scenery at the very same time of the year, 6 years ago.

For me, Boston has been a city of firsts. This is the first foreign city I stepped my feet into, back in 2011 (interestingly, it was also mid-February). The city where I first saw snow, my first exposure to international atmosphere, my first flight abroad, and the first time my heart broke so bad until I turned it into a sweet, personally-enriching revenge. And now my feelings can only grow deeper towards this city that has hosted me gracefully for the past 6 months.

 

I feel like God has pressed a “pause” button in my life from February to August 2017.

rumah
Second home

 

This is the period where I could really be me and focus all the attention to myself.

 

boston common
Boston Common on my first day of 18-hours fasting

I’ve had a lot of soul-searching and soul-crushing moments before, but these past 6 months have definitely awaken my long-lost spirit. Exploration. Child-like glee of venturing into the unknown. Thirst for knowledge. Appreciation. Self-awareness. Saying yes. Unafraid of uncertainty. Free to be me. Forgive myself for everything that I cannot be. Discovery. Redefining who I am and what I want. Ignore other people’s expectations. Surrender into the darkness and lightness of time. Understanding my weaknesses. Allow myself to feel raw emotions. See the best in people. Excited, instead of being anxious, of what the future holds. Be grateful for all the blessings bestowed upon me. And lastly, telling myself that I am enough. That although I can be better,

 

I am good.

 

Here, at this very moment of time, I am as good as I can be.

top of the hub
From the top of Prudential Center, July 2017

Thank you, Boston.

 

I promised myself back in 2011 that I would see you again someday. It never crossed my mind that I would’ve returned so soon. Thank you for letting me learn from you a lot more. I wish I could share my happiness with the people I love the most next time. I’ve touched John Harvard’s statue for the second time around now, and I hope you are as hopeful as I am that it will not be my last.

 

Goodbye for now.

Terima kasih, atas segalanya.

 

 

From my desk at Beacon Street in Back Bay,

 

Marsha Faradina

 

 

desk at beacon street
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