This morning, I was on a random elliptical machine in a downtown Boston hotel, peering out the window, trying to imagine myself living here.
There is this poster that I saw almost every day, growing up. It was at the ballet school where I learned to be grateful that I inherited my mom’s high arches, rather than my pop’s, which are much better suited for farming rather than pointe shoes, I imagine.
“If you can imagine it, you can achieve it,” the poster said.
So there I was this morning, going round and round on that machine that doesn’t take you anywhere, really–but when you do go somewhere, it helps you get there wearing skinny jeans–and I’m doing my best to imagine. I see myself walking down streets and hopefully falling in love with those streets. I wonder if this is a little bit like how it feels to be one half of the couples born of an arranged marriage. The plans are made, there’s no going back, and when the veil is lifted, you’re staring at a complete stranger.
“The eyes, they’re pretty,” you tell yourself, hoping that if you can just focus on the positive, the feelings will follow.
And actually, I do believe in that. When something is right, you do it, and you trust that the feelings will follow. It’s right that I come here, and sure, I can imagine living in Boston. I will make a life here, just like I’ve made a life everywhere else so far. The details are still blurry, but that’s okay. Maybe that’s even exciting. I mean, sometimes it feels that way and sometimes it doesn’t.
But the facts remain the same: it’s right, so everything else will follow. The feelings and the details.
Yesterday, I met the most adorable little puppy named Buster. He gave me some very enthusiastic licks on my hand and, when asking his owner what kind of doggie Buster is and hearing that he is a Boston Terrier, I replied, “You’re SO appropriate!”
Neither the dog nor the owner thought it was very funny.
I still think it’s super perfect to meet a Boston Terrier in Boston.
I mean, it’s new to me, even if Buster has heard it a thousand times.