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If you know anything about me, it’s probably that I’m from Boston. You can tell from the Red Sox lanyard on my keys, the way I call purses “pocketbooks” and roundabouts “rotaries” and the fact that I’ll order Dunks iced coffee even in subzero temperatures.
When I first came to Loyola in 2018, being from Boston was practically my sole personality trait. I moved a thousand miles away from home and it felt like almost everyone I met was from Illinois or somewhere else in the Midwest.
My hometown became something I latched onto and a source of pride for me, especially considering that my beloved Red Sox were in the middle of an extremely successful season.