This past September, I find myself living in the 4th city in 3 years. Today, I find myself in Boston's historic North End, Little Italy, a very homey neighborhood. I love being able to walk around taking in new historic sights, smelling delicious foods and hearing new accents. It's even fun to try speaking sentences as the locals do, "I need to pick up some aht for my apahtment".
So far, the people of Boston have been stellar. Every conversation that I have, from the MBTA conductor to show owners are friendly. I wasn't too sure what to expect at first. As a Buffalo sports fan, I figured that I would be hated when I mentioned my home town. Most of the people just felt pity for me, kind of frustrating.
Being in a new place definitely makes one miss the comforts of home. However, it's difficult to feel what those comforts are being one to move around so much.
I read somewhere recently that the more you travel, the more you yearn to keep traveling because of the people you meet - however the more you travel, the more people you meet and become fond of - but you're not able to keep track of it.
I wonder how long it takes to settle into a single place.
Restless traveler, music lover, displaced Buffalonian. Love geeking out over cutting edge engineering technologies in aerospace & clean tech. Autodesker & ESWer