I brought my bike up here from my parents’ house about a month ago, but have been finding excuses not to ride it. I think I was just nervous about riding in traffic and getting hit. But after a test ride yesterday I realized how bike-able Boston is, so I spent today aimlessly riding around.
This weekend is exactly what I needed to remind me that I actually do like it here, and running away to be alone in the woods isn’t the only way I’ll be happy. Because I like drinking pitchers of sangria on a bar’s patio, I like that there’s always new restaurants to discover in my neighborhood, I like that this is a tourist destination but I get to just live here all the time. I like venturing across the river to Cambridge and feeling like I’m in a totally different city. I like that Boston’s skyline is modest. I like brownstones and the public garden and the North End. And also, I fucking love biking.