Some people have deep introspection when they turn 30. That never really happened for me last year. What seems to be the big moment (or lingering series) has moreso been the anniversary of the month I moved to Boston ten years ago. Everything changed May 1994 when I landed here. Some good, some not so fabulous … all interesting. I’ve been wanting to write about the related observations, changes, etc but haven’t really taken the time to do so yet. While poking around my pal Frances’ poetry archive, I found this little gem of a poem that does an excellent job summing up part of my “ten years in Boston” restrospective.
