Witnessing Truth

Dear Jamaica Plain, Leaving you feels like the bittersweet moment of college graduation.  There's the excitement to move onto the next thing, but also the sadness of leaving a place that has become so dear.  The beginning of my time in Boston was a rough one, but you were always there for me.  Your people were kind and friendly.  Your green space, plentiful.  Your bars were homey and, most definitely, one of a kind.  You gave me the city, but you also gave me the suburbs - all in one.  You provided me with some of the dearest running friends.  You gave me a quiet place to pray, that was unlocked throughout the day.  You gave me the Turkey & Brie sandwich.  The Eliot School House where I played soccer with the ladies of 7P for my first birthday that I celebrated in Boston.  My little spot at the Pond where I would read for hours during the summers. I remember the day I fell in love with you.  I had already accepted the...

"Thirty, flirty, and thriving..."  The wish that Jenna uttered on her "disastrous" 13th birthday in 13 Going on 30  ...and the wish that came true when some magic dust flutters onto her head... (Shout out to my OLHC girls who watched that movie a million times with me). There was something magical (even without the magic dust) about the idea of being 30 when I was younger.  It was the age when I was supposed to have life figured out - an illustrious career, a man I love, friends who have been with me on the journey for years.  But now, as I am only a few short months away from my 30th birthday, I feel like all of my original hopes and dreams are no where close to being realized, and I am left wondering, "Where's my fairy tale ending?" While in the eyes of the world, I may have achieved success - I am after all a Senior Project Manager/Producer for a Video Marketing Agency at the age of 29, after quickly climbing the ladder in 3 short years. Yet, wh...