Boston, Massachusetts

There are things I will never forget about Boston, experiences I’ve had, both good and bad, that couldn’t have happened anywhere else. One of the happier memories will be listening to the thud of my boots against the wharf as I strolled along the Boston Harbor, eating cotton candy.

This trip wasn’t what I thought it would be in many ways. Last night, I laid on my stomach in the bath tub, feeling the hot water seep into my bones, head bowed till my nose almost touched the water. Tears were falling, and — as I often do in those moments of despair — I whispered a wordless prayer for guidance. I didn’t know what was wrong or what I needed, but my prayers nevertheless often get answered in the strangest ways.

And so it went today. A hard day in many ways. A painful day. Not what I expected, and not really what I wanted. But what I needed just the same. And for the first time since I came here, I don’t feel so lonely tonight. Alone, yes. Disappointed? Yeah. But lonely? I was never alone. Never will be again. I just couldn’t see it.

Music: To Be With You by Mr. Big (lyrics)