A few months ago, I moved my whole situation to Jamaica Plain. It was a bit of a traumatic disconnect, but well overdue. I went from the gray death of Lowell to the slightly less gray death of JP. Living near Roslindale and the officially Southern end of Metro Boston, the poverty and obvious gentrification hits you a bit like a brick. On our move in day, a shark on a bike scoped us out to see what we were moving into our place. Certain people from the community like to watch the white people move in and see if they're bringing in HDTV's and such, I learned. They sometimes break in and snatch those valuables at a later date.
But the Arnold Arboretum was the first to save the sunny disposition I desired to have in my new place of residence. This big, green man-made forest and tree conservatory in the middle of southern Boston blew my mind, as I didn't know it existed before. A bit of a love note to my new discovery can be seen in a mixed media documentary I made, and that will come soon.
Cheers to new places, and all the have to offer.
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