Huge snow piles—I mean huge. Living in the North is nothing like living in the South. The cold is a normality as the heat was back in Texas. The rudeness from random people is normal unlike the southern hospitality. Public transportation is needed, unlike everyone back at home expecting a car at age 16, just due to the huge space between point A and point B.

It's a culture shock. An ultimate flip-a-roo that smacked me right on my forehead. Taking the challenge of attending Harvard, over any of the Texas schools I was interested in, really is showing its colors as the winter approaches. Because of everything from the weather all the way to the brick waves that are apparently sidewalks, Boston has made me change not only my views but how my body acts in general.

Boston will shock you and, even though I haven't traveled to every city in the world, I know you will never see a city like this one. The culture here is a soup: the architecture is the water boiling, the diversity of both races and cultures is the different spices and sauces added, the weather is the flame cooking the soup, and the potential power Boston has on not only America but worldwide is the metal container holding it all. This soup, a blend of unique ingredients compared to any other city, is a part of this huge buffet on the section, "America" - and America has a lot to give.

However, its the little blessings you don't realize though - the blessing of being alive in today's world. Being able to experience such a diverse and cultivated civilization and integrate yourself is a blessing in itself.