It’s been a beautiful day in Boston, and I spent 11/11 doing the things that inspire me, bring me peace, and give me hope for the future.
Spending time in the Back Bay never fails to center me. It’s my favorite neighborhood in the city, and gave me a sense of home after moving here from New York City. From the quaint shops on Newbury Street to the tranquil aura of the Public Garden, I felt like I was taking an Uptown stroll to Central Park.
I used to think my future was in New York, but Boston has proved to be a much calmer, more relatable city to me. I moved here by myself, quickly creating my own home, new hopes and big dreams.
Wherever you go, there you are- and I’ve grown to love who I am here in Boston.
As I walked through the garden and sat by the Swan Pond, I thought of everything I hope for my future to hold. At precisely 11:11AM, I journaled in my notebook and admired the autumn colors all around me. One day, I dream of a home of my own where I can walk out my front door and enjoy the park. I dream of endless days writing on a park bench, inspiring others to fulfill their dreams, and being fully self sufficient.
Over the past couple of years I have had to take a few steps back to move forward- and I’ve grown stronger in the process. In a city where old meets new, I’m confident I was guided to come here- and with time, I know I’ll move even closer to embodying my purpose.