Thirty Three Arches

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Thirty Three Arches

This is a piece of travel writing I wrote in 2013 about my experience traveling in Esfahan, Iran in the fall of 2012.  Because of the way rights work with The Crimson, I can’t publish the entire text here, but here is the opening part:

There is something both timeless and eerily beautiful about arches in Safavid architecture. The elegant ogees appear in both two and three dimensions across the city of Esfahan, forming façades and domes, lining bazaars, and crisscrossing the Zayandeh Rud in the form of four stone pedestrian bridges.

Stepping onto a pedestrian bridge is always a thrill. I still remember when I first walked across the Weeks Bridge, looking at the cars on both Soldiers Field Road and Memorial Drive and thinking to myself, “I bet you wish you could use this bridge.” Where else in Boston can you see people dancing Argentine tango beneath the full moon in the spring, jumping into the river in the summer, cheering on the rowers in the fall, and quickly running across in a bundle of down in the winter?

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One Week Countdown

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Having bid my family farewell at the airport a few hours ago, it would seem that I am now officially a fully fledged independent adult, or as it keeps on being portrayed to me, “a member of the fellowship of educated men and women,” although I wish they said “people.”  I am a member who, in precisely one week, will be climbing onto a series of jets over the course of two days to travel to Tajikistan.  The belongings are stored, and the duffel is (almost) packed.  It’s finally hit me that this is really happening.

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A Preparation

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Leaving home is never easy.  Leaving a home and knowing that you are leaving your community for good is even harder.  This was my life this week as I packed up my 6th and final dormitory room from my four years of university over the course of eight hours the morning after I graduated.  In frantic runs to the ZipCar and the storage unit, one Lululemon bag after another piled up in boxes and in my temporary room that I am occupying until Thursday.  It is from this pile that I will carefully select the 20 kilos of belongings that will travel with me on the two-day journey to Dushanbe.  By 20 kilos, of course, we really mean 15, because I will buy at least 5 more kilos of gifts and souvenirs while I am in Tajikistan, I’m sure.

With family and friends punctuating each day, I wonder to myself how will this departure, as not a side-note to a larger university education or job, but rather a transitional interlude between chapters, will register in my mind.  Is this an end or a beginning?  Or is this somewhere in the middle?  Too many farewells have taken place in the past three days to call it exclusively a beginning, but too much is about to happen to call it exclusively an end.

I guess I’ll just have to live in the middle for now.  The middle of my piles of things, that is.

DYU

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Dushanbe, Tajikistan. The city that will be my home for two months this summer. A city the size of Boston located in the heart of Central Asia, isolated by mountains on all sides. A city whose past lies not in a city but in a market that took place every Monday for centuries. It is that market from which the city and this blog take their names. Follow my blog and my journey as I graduate college and move on to travel across the globe,beginning with Dushanbe in June.

 

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