One of the first things I did when was a freshman at Harvard was to get on the Red Line and get off at a random stop. I always remember the rush I felt when I got to the stop and did not know where I was. I didn’t want to stay too far from the station for fear of getting lost. There were these tall brick buildings that reminded me of home. I walked towards the buildings and marveled at how similar they seemed to Brownsville. So close to Harvard yet a lifetime away from Cambridge. I came back to this stop again and again. I was curious as to the life of the kids inside. I volunteered at the community center and took photos of the children for my photography class. After four years of boarding school and my decision not to take a gap year I longed for reminders of home. Finding Alewife eased my spirit.
I never got off at a random train stop again. But then again who knows what the future holds.