We walked the Freedom Trail, a type of red brick tourist road that winds through much of Boston Proper and Bunker Hill. Then we did the all-time tourist thing and climbed a really tall building to look down on the places we just left. But looking over all those half-streets and crooked lines, ancient houses and modern sports complexes caused this feeling of connection.
We spent the rest of the night in a normal local Irish bar in Davis Square listening to traditional Irish music, huge smiles on our faces. I'm in love and I'm ready to move in. Every step made me fall one step further down the rabbit hole. This city is where I belong, goofy accents and all.
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