My earliest memory of Boston was when I was in Harvard Square for the first time. I don't remember the reason I was there and I don't remember how old I was. I just recalled being very young and in awe.
"I'm going to live here someday," I said to myself.
So that's what I did. During the last year of high school, my college search began. The only major perquisite was location: Boston. I know it sounds a bit foolish, but the pull of me being there was that strong. In translation, I thought I was suppose to be there now.
So of course, I attended Suffolk University, a school that is located in the center, where I was able to immerse myself with everything that comes with the city: art, music, fashion, food, and people.
But as my experiences grew, my finances didn't. Let's be real Malisa, you can't afford this. I went back home to Lowell.
"OK, I guess that was cool while it lasted, maybe Boston wasn't for me, at least I tried."
I graduated with a Bachelors from UMASS Lowell. I met my husband (boyfriend at the time) and we became a part of a great church that changed my life. God used that community to show me what I was put on this earth to do. For the first time, I had a sense of direction - I started to envision my future there.
And then, God says to move.
Like, seriously? It was one of the hardest things I had to do. I literally uprooted myself from a community that I adored and invested so much in, to the unknown (talk about being dramatic). Jeremy and I started to attend Impact Church in Medford, MA. We didn't know a single person there. And with some time, it became our home.
Within a year, I got married, obtained a new job, and was given a new home near MY city. How great is our God?!
I consider it a dream to have the T be so close to my home. I may not ever live in Boston, and that's OK. But what I do know for sure, I'm expectant and excited to be a part of what God is doing in this beautiful city.