You guys. I’m moving back to Boston on October 3 and I’ve never been happier to move anywhere ever.

When I first moved to Boston in 2005, I was TERRIFIED. I was coming out of a really bad year and was afraid that transferring to BU would be just another in a long line of bad decisions. Thanks to my parents’ encouragement, I ended up going and it became clear almost immediately that I had made the right decision.

But despite that, I had itchy feet ever since I got to Boston. I wondered if I would be happier if I decided to try my luck in California again. I had selective memory about the weather and the beaches and the easy living. Once that seed starts in your brain, it doesn’t go away until you listen and act on it.

Now that I’ve spent a few months as a real adult out here, I know that Boston is where I belong right now. I gained a lot of perspective in San Diego about what is important to me, the people I want to surround myself with, and what I need to foster in my life.

I moved so much growing up that I don’t have a hometown. I don’t have any friends that have known me my whole life. It’s like a dream, getting to move to a place that feels like home.

Everything is the best.