Boston

[Written by Lizzie Brown]

As I stand in the middle of blinding lights and hundreds of people, I feel the warm sticky air touch my skin.

I smell the dirty, polluted air, and maybe even some chicken wings that a guy is selling from his food truck down the street. 

I hear pigeons flying above me and dogs barking. I hear people talking all around me. 

I see buildings — tall, skinny, large, big buildings surrounding me, making me feel like an ant.

And then I get this weird feeling, like I'm in the right place, like I'm supposed to be here. 

I’m here with my mom, my wonderful, amazing, caring mother. 

As I stand next to her, looking around, I start to get a sense of happiness rushing through my body. 

I'm happy that I'm here, in the wonderful city of Boston, Massachusetts.