I’m considering a move to San Francisco or Portland after graduation–planning ahead pretty far in advance, seeing as I’m just wrapping up my sophomore year. After thinking about this for a while, the thought of living that far away from New York seems suddenly terrifying. I’ve never lived more than four hours from the city–that was during my boarding school years. And although I lived outside Boston, I made frequent sojourns to the soul of the world on breaks and braved the Fung Wah to escape some weekends.
So I wonder: what is it about East Coast Living that has me so scared to leave? I was nearly jumping for joy as I prepared to break from my New England roots and move to New York, but I almost cried when I realized I would likely never experience a full New England autumn again. Turns out I am an East Coast woman, through and through.
A brief interlude before I begin my diatribe on the importance of geographical origins: singer/songwriter and Boston native Jonathan Richman has an apt tribute to the little five states that could. Listen to it here. Actually, I would encourage all my readers to listen to the song whilst reading the rest of this column.
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