Let the Dig be the first to say, “Welcome to Boston.”
Or really, the first to say it and actually mean it—your college only loves you for your precious, precious loans, you won’t be seeing those pre-orientation buddies till awkward small talk at the reunion, and that friend of the family who lives in the area and told you to give them a call if you ever need anything? Totally lying. Face it: you’re on your own.
But hey, you’re on your own … with us!
See, we’re going to be living together for the next four years at least (not counting those miserable months you’ll be picking up extra shifts at the Dairy Queen back home) so we’ve got a vested interest in this not sucking for either of us.
On our end, that means priming you with tips, tricks, and info you need—from where to score chicken wings at 4 in the morning to what parts of the city to avoid on game day—to be the kind of person we wouldn’t mind sharing our space with for almost half a decade. The kind of conscientious cosmopolitan who knows better than to stand in front of the double doors on the Green Line and can make some great suggestions for vegetarian options in the area. Doesn’t that sound like the kind of person you want to hang with?
We sure as hell would.
The radder a person you are, the radder we can be, and the more likely that you’ll end up deciding to stick around after graduation so you can cure cancer or write the great American one-act absurdist play.