It was a long and cold Thanksgiving weekend. The air became frigid as the winds picked up off the Charles River. Winter was upon us and I could feel it in my bones as I stepped outside. The trees were withering their last few leaves as their brilliant orange outside Marsh Chapel matched that of the 4:00 pm setting sun. It was that odd time of the year in which fall was coming to an abrupt and bitter end and winter began to take its hold over Boston. The streets were silent sans the occasional T rolling by on the tracks and the sound of the wind whipping down the streets making cyclones of fallen leaves. The air smelled cold, my hands were buried deep in my pockets, and I kept walking.
This Thanksgiving break, many of you lovely readers were able to go home, see the family, eat delicious turkey, etc. I, on the other hand, decided to stay in Boston for a second straight year. Don’t get me wrong, I love Boston in November and I don’t mind waiting a few more weeks to see my family if it means saving a few hundred dollars and a lot of stress from traveling. It’s not like I’m alone either, I had a good friend come up from Brown for Thanksgiving Day and celebrated before he had to go back on Friday. I even managed to be productive by applying for more jobs and building my own website (shameless plug?).
However, what I may have really enjoyed this weekend was the walking. See, I don’t really like to sit still in my apartment for extended periods of time, especially when my graduation is close at hand. So to remedy this, I went exploring. I got up, put on a coat, stepped outside, and started walking (a la Will).
I never really had any indication of where I wanted to go. No final place where I could sit down, rest, and enjoy. Besides, no matter where I walked to, I always had to walk back. I somehow managed to find myself in Mission Hills. Mission Hills is down the E train on the Green Line past Northeastern, past Massachusetts School of Art and Design, and past Harvard Medical School. It’s hilly and residential and I loved it. I managed to climb to the top of the highest hill I could find and simply turned around and looked. It was beautiful. I could see for miles in almost any direction (houses blocked some views) and the horizon was a million miles as the sun was almost below it.
Walking is what I do to clear my head whether I’m alone or not. The simplicity of the act is what I love most. I can see new parts of the city, I can meditate on what is bothering me, I can even find a good cup of coffee, but all I have to do is simply keep putting one foot in front of the other. This semester I have probably walked dozens upon dozens of miles and I’ve seen things I’d never thought to look for before. As I prepare to graduate at the end of this semester (sorry if this is how you found out) I look forward to my new adventures with the same questions. So what else is out there? What else is within my grasp? I can’t wait to find out; all I have to do is just start walking.
About the Author (Author Profile)(COM 2013) is an ever so wonderful Journalism major. Eventually, Eric hopes to work for the Associated Press or as a foreign correspondent for a major new source. Eric comes from the land of wheat (not corn), tornadoes and yellow brick roads where said tornadoes are known to drop one off. An avid coffee and newspaper comic strip lover, Eric loves to explore any idea or physical terrain and welcomes all challengers. It is only through experience and discussion that we, as humans ,can truly learn and grow. I primarily speak in the first person but I do enjoy breaking the fourth wall because I know you readers love it. Right? Word.
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