Wednesday, September 28th, 2016

When Boston Turns Electric

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Every city has a moment when it’s set on fire.  In Boston, it’s that moment on a hot summer evening when the sun’s mostly down, but every color intensifies brilliantly.

I used to call this time twilight, before that godawful franchise came along and started teaching teenage girls that abusive relationships are okay if he really, really loves you.  But I digress.

Boston and I have a complicated relationship.

I’ve gone into that so many times before.  How could the city where it makes the most sense for me to live be so mercilessly unlivable?

Let’s forget that for now.  I don’t want to push Boston’s buttons when we’re getting along.

But on nights like these, I want to forget it all, forget fall in Europe, forget the cheap flights to Lanarca, forget ever getting on a plane again, and just wrap myself in this night.

And then it hits me — the three-foot snowstorms, the freezing cold, the five-month misery of winter, the shoveling.  Oh, and the ridiculous housing prices, the early bar closings, the provincial attitude that dominates the landscape…

I can’t live here anymore.

But those fleeting moments of Boston at twilight put up a good argument.

Comments

13 Responses to “When Boston Turns Electric”
  1. Couldn’t of said it better…. I do love those nights in the Bean! But they are RARE!

  2. Miss K says:

    That’s gorgeous! As a native New Yorker, I always feel like my city looks the best lit up at night, but even I have to admit that those are some impressive city lights.

  3. Those kind of nights anywhere are intoxicating!

  4. Jason says:

    Even my city has that same magical moment…but you’re right, the 6 months of winter,the shoveling, the North American attitude, gah, I can’t live here anymore either. I’ve heard of a idyllic little island where tourists don’t do go and the occasional “rice run” should nicely round out any wants a person might have….

  5. Alouise says:

    I think a lot of people have a complicated relationship with their city or hometown. I know I do. There are moments I really love Edmonton, and other times I wonder why anyone would live here (those moments usually happen in winter, during a blizzard). Maybe you can’t live in Boston, but at least you know you can come back and experience it at its best.

  6. Muerl says:

    Creepy question I guess, but where is this taken?

    I keep looking at and thinking “how is it south of the financial district at that angle and not in the water” but maybe I am looking at it wrong.

  7. And the trains that don’t run all night? I feel the same way about Chicago… the winters are rough but the summer nights can be so epic.

  8. Shaun says:

    I go through Canadian winters the same way but staying active is key! <3 hockey & snowboarding
    What do you mean by provincial attitude?

    p.s. Best comments about twilight (the *uhmp*, *minor throwup in mouth*) movies ever!

    • Haha, thanks!

      In this case, by provincial, I feel like many people in Boston (particularly the Boston area natives) see Boston as the center of the universe and are inwardly focused, unable to comprehend life beyond New England — much less so than people in New York or San Francisco or DC, for example.

  9. Stav says:

    You are such a liar! Seven months of winter!

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