Traveling just seems to cry out in a pure simplicity that defines my ecstasy. Adrenaline pulses through my body at each take off, leaving me breathlessly content. Chai tea lattes await me at each terminal. Books cannot escape the intimate caress of my fingertips, as my eyes lustfully absorb their content. Must I even elaborate on the hoards of people that are scrutinized by my mind and eye?
I have said it before and I will say it again: I would adore just spending a day sitting at SFO.
But, I am not currently in the Golden State.
I am on the Eastern Seaboard!
And as my time here in Boston comes to a close, I cannot help but feel a little tug at my heart. This city is honestly quite beautiful. I have spent time in NYC, and well, frankly it was a blast, but it is nothing in comparison to Boston. The architecture, the river, the parks, the churches, the shops, the schools, the ice-skating, the museums, the dessert, and the love.
The fact that my nose and ears have been incredibly numb the past few days brings me nothing but joy. My legs ache from walking, but my eyes glisten with the wonders beheld. The exploration of this unknown has given me great pleasure. Stripping off layers each time a building is entered, zipping a multitude of zippers, and knowing my North Face jacket loves me as much as I love it-can you imagine the smile that has scarcely left my lips these last few days?
I am still so incredibly amazed at the wonders God crafts. This city is so rich in history. I cannot even iterate my thoughts on the beauty of brick buildings and heavenly flakes that coat my hair as Danielle an I shop, talk, giggle, and eat (and by eat…I mean eat dessert. Let’s hope everyone back home thinks I look great with 15 extra pounds-damn cannolis).
My point with all of this is: I am transferring. Just kidding! My heart is belongs to Pepperdine momentarily.
But in seriousness-this entire city is incredibly delightful, and I will be returning here within the near feature. I would even love to live here for a small period of time.
I am so thankful for the opportunity and adventure of travel. Besides the fact that I can sleep 10 hours on a dorm couch or drool through an entire flight, the nature to “go” seems inherently laced with my being. I love going, seeing, and living this life I have been blessed with.
My visit to Boston has allowed for me to indulge the spirit of adventure and travel God has placed within me. Thank You Father!
Adventures I am still seeking in cities I have yet to visit:
Denver, Colorado
Portland, Oregon
Las Vegas, Nevada
San Diego, California.
Let’s make it happen.
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