Boston...

Six airports in 24 hours finally brought me from Mexico to Boston, on very little sleep and with incredibly mixed feelings. Boston has always been my home and one of my favorite places in the world, but I wasn't quite ready for the amazing adventure that the last three months have been to be over. As the plane hit the tarmac at Logan, I found myself bursting into tears. I was the last one off the plane, and hid from my mom at baggage claim until she called to see where I was. I knew that the minute I saw her, my semester abroad was done, and I wasn't ready for it. Hours later, sitting in my kitchen, I'm still not ready for it.

We went from the airport to meet my dad at an event he was hosting for the Appalachian Mountain Club at Quincy Quarry. Despite my exhaustion, I got some cool shots of graffitti and climbers.