I was burnt out towards the end of B-term of my junior year at Worcester Polytechnic Institute. I hadn’t seen my family since 18 August 2009, and I already knew I wasn’t seeing them for the holidays.
I was fortunate to get a Co-op at Biogen in the spring of 2012. I was alternating a semester of academic study with a semester of full-time, paid employment. This was a great opportunity to get hands-on experience in the real world. I cherish the time I spent at Biogen.
I was living with my U.S. family in a town 5 miles northwest of Boston. I loved to mender along Boston’s Harborwalk after work. This was my favorite place in Boston, because it overlooked the airport. It had been 3 years since I last saw my family. I headed to the harbor on Wednesday, 28 March 2012. I stood there, peering at the planes taking off. I gazed at the water, looked up, and then smiled. I imagined it was August, and I was on the plane going home.
I followed the plane’s trajectory until it became a tiny dot in the sky. When my eyes got watery, I realized it was just a dream. A few minutes later, another plane took off. I started daydreaming again.
It got dark and chilly. I could hear the soothing sound of the waves crashing into the harbor. It was time to go. I was the last one to leave the harbor.