At 4:30AM on a summer night,
I tumble out of bed, struggling to silence my nagging
alarm clock.
The sun hasn’t even began to glow.
A drive to the airport, a scan through the metal detector,
And I’m finally on my way.
After a short flight, I touch down in the home of the Sox.

When I stroll through the airport doors,
They open like arms bringing me into a hug.
I can feel the hustle and bustle of the city. 
People are rushing in every direction.
Cars are screaming and honking as buses slice through traffic.
It’s a mecca of hard work.

I’m not yet old enough to have a job of my own,
But I can imagine getting up early every morning.
Running off of coffee and getting fed up with my coworkers.
Maybe I’ll have a cubical, or I might be the CEO.
Either way, I’ll just be part of the crowd that makes their
Way through the city every day.
They seem to be stuck in the same cycle,
Like dogs chasing their own tails.

Everywhere I turn, there’s something new.
New faces
New scenery
And I think I might like it here.

Two games at Fenway Park,
Singing “Sweet Caroline” during the seventh inning stretch,
A duck tour through the harbor and city,
Buildings that seem to touch the clouds,
A Dunkin’ Donuts™ on every single corner,
A historical monument as old as I can imagine,
Little Italy in the big city,
And memories that will never be forgotten.
It feels like a home away from home.

Boston is a melting pot of different ethnicities and backgrounds.
Everyone has a different accent,
and everyone started in a different place.
But they come together here, and they form something like a family.
I can feel it as I walk through the streets,
People are always kind, even to a stranger like me.
It makes an unfamiliar city feel like my home town.

When the ninth inning ended,
When the landmarks had been admired,
And when a plethora of pictures had been taken,
It was time to leave.
But I’ll always remember the city,
The City of Boston.