It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. I’ve been capped and gowned, photoed and toasted, lectured and best wished. These days, I’m a college graduate—and things are really friggin’ scary. Though I don’t know where I’ll be in the next week, month or especially year, I can say with confidence that the past four years have defined me in ways that I will never be capable of expressing. My time here and Boston has transformed me, and it comes down to the people I met. From matriculation to commencement day, we’ve shared meals in dining halls, sushi in my living room, steak and ale pies abroad in London and more slices of 2am pizza than I’m willing to admit or able to remember.
Last week, just after finals and just before graduation, my friend Kosta and I shared one of our numbered side-by-side meals at Neptune Oyster in Boston’s North End. The space is tiny and can probably squeeze in about twenty people when each diner sucks in. We waited two hours to snag two bar seats, and spent the time milling around the cobblestone streets. When the seats were ours, we slid down a few oysters, had a heap of fried clams and split a hot, buttered lobster roll. The kid’s a good sharer—what can I say?
I’m not sure where my posts will be written in the future, but you can bet that mealtime will be shared with the important people in my life no matter where I am. Even if it requires a plane ride.
Cheers to four years, Boston.
Neptune Oyster, 63 Salem Street, Boston, Massachusetts