Think I'll go to Boston

The first time I saw Boston was on Armistice Day of 2010. I had a window seat, but I missed the landing. When I felt the plane make contact with the runway, I shut my book (“Her Fearful Symmetry”, Audrey Niffenegger) and shoved the plastic pane of my window away. I saw blue water, not the murky blue of lake water, but a nautical blue; I saw rows of homes on the opposite side of a bay, and a lighthouse. I was sitting on the right side of the plane. If I fly into Boston again, will I see the same lighthouse?