I hate the Yankees.

I hate the Yankees.

I thought it was important enough to say twice preceding the body of this article quite honestly. I love Boston. It's my home and also happens to be the greatest city in the world. So naturally, taking into consideration this and my hate for New York's sports team, I should naturally hate the associated city; and I do. Or at least I did.

Admittedly I was ignorant however. I knew that New York City was a cool place, I had just never been there. Frankly, I've never really traveled anywhere. I want to, I have a large list of places I would like to visit, I just simply have not had the means to. Recently I spent a weekend there. I loved NYC. I love the city environment, and New York turned out to be a place where I felt comfortable, motivated, and constantly excited. It was a great time.

As I was on the way home, late at night coming through Connecticut, I found myself pondering upon a thought that had frequented my mind over the course of my stay in the city; I could live here. I could ground a prosperous career in the city that never sleeps. I enjoy the rapid pace of city-life and the variety of attractions that a big city can present. I've always pictured myself living in a city while I establish my career and work to flourish my wealth.

But I always had pictured that city as Boston.

Now do not mistake me, I still want that, and it is still my ideal place to live. But my mindset has been swayed, opened up to foreign ideas per say. Once again, don't get me wrong, I love Boston as much as one can love a place. I'm a huge Boston sports fan (Greenrunsdeep), feel genuinely at home with the people regardless of their attitude, and enjoy the restaurants, nightlife, and general ambiance it has. I could write pages and pages about all of the individual things I love, but that is not the point here. What I'm saying is that partially I have been forcibly bias due to the fact that I have never been able to travel. But I also genuinely love cities. So when I went to New York I was mind blown.

How could another city, especially one I have been raised to hate, be so great? The fact of the matter is that I am open to new possibilities. I do not know for sure where my life will end up taking me, so I'm simply rolling with the punches. I used to write off being anywhere else. If I end up in Boston, then great, I'll be thrilled. But career, personal, or financial reasons could lead me elsewhere. I now realize that I just need a city. I want to be in Boston, but if I'm in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, etc. then I'll be just fine.

Life is crazy. It has a strange way of exposing you to new ideas, and enthralling you in them. Life constantly changes, and the goals you once thought you were in line for are changed. While it's good to have a plan for the future, it is equally as important to strive for new horizons. Brand new aspirations may come to light that you never imagined possible, and it's important to recognize these opportunities. I want to explore and travel, and that might just end up carrying over into a permanent stop for me.