We Took the 89 To Boston
I like to think of myself as someone who listens to CrUnCHy GrAnOla music. That being said, I'm sure my music taste is a bit more mainstream than I would like to think. This summer, Spotify recommended to me a singer by the name of Noah Kahan (may I say, Spotify's radio is just one of the reasons why it's better than Apple Music). I pressed on Kahan's artist profile and he looked hipster enough for me, so I began to listen to the first song that popped up.
A couple bars into "Mess," I quaked in my boots. Did Kahan just sing "I took the 89 to Boston?" As in highway 89 that runs through Hanover? After a bit of digging, I learned that he's from Strafford, Vermont, a couple minutes from Dartmouth. That in itself was enough to get me hooked.
One of my first friends at Dartmouth bonded immediately over our love of Kahan — she even had a poster of him on her dorm room wall. That enough was warrant for a friendship. As orientation and the first few weeks of school flew by, we managed to convince a group of our friends to make the trek down "the 89 to Boston" in order to see him in concert.
We boarded the Dartmouth Coach for the first time outside the Hopkins Center, where the bus picks up and drops off people from Lebanon, Boston South Station, and Boston Logan nearly every hour. Three hours and a good nap later, we were in the city — country girls completely out of our element. The concert started at 7pm, so we took the time to visit friends who went to college in the city. I got to see one of my best friends from Singapore who is absolutely thriving as a first-year Harvard student. We explored Cambridge together, yet I found myself missing the nature of New Hampshire within a few short hours.
The next few hours were surreal. Tears were shed. Kahan cracked jokes. Attempts to capture moments on video were made. I lost my voice. Above all, my heart was filled with a love for the songs that defined the beautiful area that I am so lucky to call home.
We spent the night with our friends in Cambridge (couch surfing is exceptionally convenient) and got up to take the 7:30am Dartmouth Coach from Boston's South Station, arriving back in Hanover by 10 in order to grab a quick iced coffee from the Dirt Cowboy and make Sugarplum dance rehearsal.
Walking to class under autumn leaves, I've been listening to Kahan on repeat. I can't think of a better soundtrack for my freshman year.