30 Days Writing Challenge | Day 3: One Fine Day.
Day 3: A Memory.
On June 23rd, 2019, I biked for 20 km from my house in Allston all the way to Jamaica’s Plain and Arnold Arboretum through Boston’s Emerald Necklace Loop and ended up my ride in Copley Square. My last three months in Boston was marked with what I thought would be endless suffering. I broke up with someone I thought would be my last destination, and I spent months in the deepest, darkest tunnel. I never thought I would submerge. But I did. In June, as my departure from Boston comes closer–I spent most of my time outside, enjoying Boston’s summer as I should.
That day was significant for me–I began to heal, although it would take almost a year to heal completely. As I pedaled my bike through the uphill area of Beacon Hill all the way to the eclectic Jamaica Plains, I started to realize that there’s so much more left to do on this Earth. All the places I haven’t visit, all the people I haven’t met, all the things I haven’t done.
I explored 281 acres of Arnold Arboretum, where I found a creek, a spot where I could overlook Boston’s skyline, and a field full of blossoming flowers. I took a sip of iced coffee in Jamaica’s Plain café where they played songs from my high school and college years; I found an LGBTQIA+ friendly church who hung a rainbow flag in their door. I found a pond overlooking Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts.
As the sun about to set, I arrived at Copley Square — I went to buy an Iced Cappucino from Dunkin and sat on a bench where I struck a conversation with a Post-Grad Harvard Student who surprisingly about to go to Jakarta for her public health research (I never got the chance to meet her while she’s in Jakarta though–Maybe she doesn’t go after all because of the pandemic).
IN continuation of my previous writing–I really am the happiest when I spend time outdoors. In the great big unknown of outdoors, I got to see His/Her creations–too marvelous to be missed, too incredible to make me worried about a mere heartbreak. Being out in the open also reminds me that He/She is truly the almighty, just being alive in itself–is a miracle one shouldn’t take for granted.