If I could live anywhere and could have a comfortable amount of money to do so – I’d live in Boston. I saw it as a teenager and there’s a beautiful blend of old and new buildings, plenty of cultures and it’s all so perfectly laid-out. I love the east coast – I’ve only been to a few different big cities in New Hampshire and Massachusetts, but I’d love to go back.
I went on one of the “ducks”- a submersible vehicle that can travel on land and sea, originally used in world war II -and it glided across the Charles river mentioned in the Anne Sexton poem “Just Once”.
Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone