Today, I went into Boston for a doctor’s appointment. After the appointment, I grabbed lunch nearby and sat on a bench to eat. As I was eating, I looked around at the gorgeous day it was in the city, at the trees, the sky, and just enjoying being in Boston on this day. I thought about moving, and I expected to feel sad, to have some sense of not wanting to leave. In moving, I’ll essentially be moving away from Boston, the city that I love.
What I felt, however, was peace. I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be in my life. And that’s not something to be sad about.