People always told me that Boston and Cambridge were nice, but now I can wholeheartedly attest to that statement. Boston is nice. Cambridge is even nicer. It’s just a nice place to be. It’s one of the few places I’ve ever been that radiates nice-ness despite a coat of light, sticky rain. Due to our next airbnb set-up, we had to stay one night in a hotel in Boston before switching to a cute townhouse in Cambridge. Consequently, we did not see much of Boston proper. However we did walk around the Common and somewhat follow the Freedom Trail to the first public schoolhouse and other historic spots. The Common, like most parks, was lovely. It was incredible how neat and clean everything was there, and the city itself was no exception. During our entire time walking around Boston and Cambridge, I scarcely saw a piece of trash or graffiti. Instead the city was filled with brick, especially in Cambridge, and cobblestone sidewalks. While NY turned out to be fairly familiar, Boston felt entirely different from anywhere I’d been on the West Coast. The area was bursting with New England style. Young men wore collared shirts. Young women wore more modest and simple clothing than you’d ever see in California (at least during the day). Naturally these are gigantic generalizations, but lemme tell ya, there was an extremely big difference in style. For the first time in perhaps my entire life, I felt more stylish and trendy than those around me.
In addition to the complete and utter difference in architecture and people, Boston also proved to have some of the best food I’ve ever had. Well, that’s not exactly true. But the food was good. Really good. With the wisdom of my best friend, who lived in Cambridge last summer and visits frequently, I tried several awesome places: Tupelo (Southern), Orinoco (Venezuelan), City Girl Cafe, and Toscanini Ice Cream. Being such an obsessive eater and food-lover, I immediately felt some mad love for Cambridge’s cuisine.
Beyond eating a lot, we visited Harvard and MIT, sat in JFK park, crossed several bridges and squares, experienced some of the area’s “nightlife,” and bought an incredible amount of books. Apparently a man plops down about 20 boxes of books on Mass. Ave. every week and sells everything for $3 or less. I went a little book crazy there and the craze continued into the Harvard bookstore. Unfortunately (or perhaps it was fortunate as far as finances go), Cambridge’s famous poetry bookstore was closed when we stopped by, but it was still fun to be in its presence. It’s hard to describe Cambridge without coming back to that oh-so-lame word: “nice.” The area is just so nice. Harvard and Harvard Square is obviously very nice. With an endowment like that (~30 billion, ahem ahem), you can afford to keep every building brick and pristine. And I think in a lot of ways, the rest of the area follows in suit. However, MIT definitely had a very different vibe and look. All in all, I really enjoyed my time there, and I see why my best friend so enjoyed her summer in Cambridge. I wouldn’t mind settling down in Boston for some time. All I need is a bike, a dog, and a well-paying job. You know, that’s all.