I didn’t love you at first. You seemed so boring and quaint; grungy in an unexciting way. Full of co-ops and new parents. Forty-five minutes from where I grew up. An “up-and-coming neighborhood.” No thanks.
I had just graduated college and all my friends were moving to exciting new places — San Francisco, New York City. I was moving into a tiny, wood-walled room that looked more like a sauna than a place to live, on the first floor of an old Victorian house on a quiet, tree-lined street. My apartment had a backyard. This was not the city living I had hoped waited for me after college.