Home is Revere, MA. Home is the city. Home is the condo that I've been living in since I was brought home from the hospwital. Revere will always be a part of me, mostly because I have an extremely thick Revere/Boston accent. I don't always get the best reaction from people when I tell them that I'm from Revere, but I cannot imagine growing up any where else. I think growing up there has made me see a lot of things that people normally don't, and for that I am grateful.
I never realized how much I would miss Revere until I came to Stonehill. I miss being 6 minutes away from the beach, even though it's probably one of the dirtiest beaches I have ever seen. I miss being able to hop on the Blue Line and go straight into Boston. I miss being able to choose which of the 13 Dunkin Donuts in Revere I will stop at for coffee. And most of all, I miss my big comfortable bed. Missing all of these things just helps me appreciate my home even more than I already do.
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