My trunk was packed, and I wanted to go home

When I was a child , as soon as I could daydream, I pictured myself leaving home—working as a foreign correspondent in Europe (inspired by my dad's WWII experiences), or living in New York City and dancing on Broadway (inspired by Aunt Eloise, my dad's sister). Of course, I didn't know whether or not either of those dreams would come true, but I felt that the first step was to leave home—to move and breathe in a larger, busier, better place.

A good friend of the family suggested Boston as a city where I might find the opportunities I longed for. I liked the idea, and with my mother's help, I began planning and preparing for that move.

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