In a few days, I will be leaving Boston to move to Dublin, Ireland. I will be working as an au pair, and I am so excited to move in with an Irish family and get to know their two sweet little boys! I’ve visited Ireland once before, but far too briefly; we were only there four days. I can’t wait to settle in and start exploring the wool culture of the Emerald Isle. I spent the previous year travelling and working in New Zealand, jumping from flat to flat and job to job, so I’m looking forward to staying in one spot with one job for the next year. With a little bit of stability, I’m sure my yarn stash will grow a good amount!
However, I am quite sad to leave Boston. I only called Boston home for four years, but it’s the one place in the world I always want to come back to, the town I always miss when I’m away. Home isn’t always the place you grew up, or the place you’ve been the longest; it’s not easy to define. When I think of home, I think of a Winnie the Pooh quote: Piglet asks Pooh, “How do you spell love?” and Pooh responds, “you don’t spell it, you feel it.”
Home is a feeling more than a place, but a place can embody that feeling and that’s what Boston does for me. When I went away to New Zealand, I missed a lot about Boston – my friends, my favorite cafes and bars, walking along the Charles River, even the beaches (even though many would argue NZ’s beaches are better, you can’t beat the sentimental value of a rocky shore and freezing cold water, and the threat of a jellyfish sting in late summer). When I came back after a year away, I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear as I looked out the window of the Logan Express airport shuttle as I passed by my old neighborhood, past the Pru, the Citgo sign, even the dull old building where I used to teach physics classes. I love Boston, and I know I’m going to miss it when I go to Dublin. But I also know I’m going to love Dublin, and I’ll make a new home there, even if it’s temporary. After all, it’s only for a year, and I’ll soon be back in my favorite city, lounging on the esplanade in warm weather and tunneling through snow when the blizzards come. Bye for now Boston, but don’t worry – you haven’t gotten rid of me for good yet!