“Did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?”
One of the many happy thoughts from Virginia Woolf that I read on our flight into Boston, Massachusetts on Wednesday night. I cannot say that it was exactly comforting for a somewhat inexperienced flyer. This morbidness couldn’t prevent me from enjoying the resplendence of flying into the this vibrant city, though. The lights pierced the black night, and, from our angle, the purple sky seemed to barely graze the curvature of the earth.
Boston has been just as enchanting during our explorations of its streets. The morning New England air is fragrant and crisp, in the evenings the sky fades into lavender and fuchsia, and at night lampposts dot narrow streets of brick row houses nestled between trees clinging on to the last of their gold and burgundy leaves.
The conference has been a new and rewarding experience for me. The sessions that I have attended have fueled me with an abundance of ideas to bring back home. I have been deeply inspired with ways in which our honors program can advance and streamline our means of communication in a variety of mediums, including the newsletter and social media projects that are currently underway.
In our free time we’ve managed to squeeze in trips to places like the local Mapparium and Fenway Park. We even had a Boston tea party at the Boston Harbor. Not to mention our sampling of the local cuisine. I couldn’t pass up a bowl of clam chowder and a mini Boston cream pie at Quincy Market.
We’ve crammed in a lot of memories for so few days. I sure am going to miss Boston.
