Boston, you're my home.

Ah, Monday Night Football. I can't say I've ever watched a full football game... any football game. Over the four years of high school, I probably saw 20 minutes cumulatively of our team play. And to think that I was there every Friday. Even the Super Bowls can't hold my attention. I'm much too busy examining the ceiling or... other... important things. But here I am, cheering on my team like I've never missed a game. I'm badmouthing the Bills like any true NE fan when really I've never even seen the Bills play. The only reason the game is on in my room is because my diehard Buffalonian hallmate has no TV in her room. But I'm trying to make it seem like it would be on anyway.

It's strange how one can become such a fan of something from their hometown when they move to a different place. And the best feeling is finding someone else who shares that love. Like the guy who yelled "Papelbon! Nice shirt!" to me at the Metro station, or the girl who apparently lives on my floor who told me that whenever I wear my Red Sox shirt, it makes her want to put on hers. This, of course, prompted my next door neighbor to tell us that when he sees our shirts, he wants to put on his Yankees jersey. My Texan roommate is having her parents buy and send her t-shirts of all her favorite teams to wear when they play, and Kaitlyn is sure to wear even just a purple shirt to rep the Ravens every Friday. Even those who have never followed sports are sure to throw in a shoutout to their hometown when the situation arises.

I've never been one who loved going into the city, or wanted to live there, but I find that lately I've been missing the little things. I'll miss the snow on the trees that line the streets. The article in the Globe of the brand new amazing dorm my sister happens to live in makes me miss the Charles. It's funny because I've never even thought of these things before. But maybe this place is changing me; maybe my heart is starting to love the city.

"Round my hometown, memories are fresh

Round my hometown, the people I've met are the wonders of my world

I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love it to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government, everybody taking different sides"

- Hometown Glory, Adele