I wake up to the noises of people, passing by cars and the green line train; it’s another morning in Boston. I prepare breakfast for myself and get ready for the day. My apartment isn’t big, but it’s the perfect size for me and my dog. After breakfast, I take my dog, a German Shepherd, for a walk, then head to work.
I take the green line and head into downtown Boston. Here, I’m the head physical therapist of my clinic. Primarily, I work with children with special needs and how to help them gain movement and fine motor functions. Physical therapy and working with disabled children have been passions of mine since I was little. Most days go by fast because I love what I do. In the winter and spring, week days after work are usually spent at the TD garden where I can watch two of my favorite teams, the Celtics and the Bruins, play.
Boston weekends are amazing. You’ll be able to find me at any New England Patriots home game in Foxboro during the fall. My relatives live 40 minutes away in Rhode Island, so visiting my Nana and Papa is very easy and something I do often.
I do not live in Boston and I am not a physical therapist, yet. Instead, I am a stressed-out and overwhelmed college student currently drowning in school work. I’ll need to make it through tough undergrad classes and maintain a high GPA to get into a graduate program. Although physical therapists make a high salary, it will surely take years to save enough money to not only pay off my student loans, but to move to Boston.
The future is fun to fantasize about, but reaching these goals requires a lot of work.