My top cities to call home are Florence, Paris, Miami, Columbus or New York. Being raised in North Canton and Bradenton, I knew I was a city girl at heart. Some may laugh at the very thought of that statement, because I have trouble getting from point A to point B, even if point B is on the same street. As a single woman, the ideal domestic city from the three previously mentioned is South Beach. Lots to do and I have many friends and family that still live there. So, the transition would be easy. However, my desire to live without the hurricanes, hot and humid summers, and the unexpected guests of Mr. Lizard and Mrs. Roach are stronger than my fondness of Miami(S. Beach become more enticing when my sister moved to Sarasota. I thought, "If I'm to be swept away like Dorthy, at least I have my sister.") Florence and Paris are aspirational residences. A fresh start minus any friends and family requires immense courage. One day...
Last September, I met a group of friends, who I have not seen since 1995, for the US Open. We had the best time. It was as if I heard a faint breeze whispered in my ear, as I tapped my Nikes together, "There's no place like home....There's no place like home". OK, who am I kidding? There are no summer breezes in NY. From that moment, I knew New York would be home. Immediately, a plan was established and a goal set, by summer of 2010: Be debt free, money in the bank and an apartment in the city. I guess it's true what they say about a woman with a plan.
This Friday will mark my one month anniversary. What I find most amusing and amazing thus far is my sense of direction. It has taken a complete 180. I'm the girl who goes left when it should be right. When I get off any elevator, I automatically go the opposite direction. I actually got lost in Orrville, Ohio and the village only has two main streets, High and Main. It took me a year and a half to be comfortable driving to my business partner's house without the aid of Cookie (my navigation system). Now that I'm in NYC, I have not been lost once! Navigating successfully and on time (early is on time) from Harlem to Oueens, from Midtown to Downtown for interviews, appointments, events, visitation with friends, etc. Neisco and Bri: Today, if the subway doors closed with me on side and yall on the other, those tears you saw would be replace with a big Chris Rock Smile and "two thumbs up." LOL!
In the City of Cities, The Bagdad of the Subway, I make all the right turns!!I AM linked in Manhattan!
LOL, I think I have a picture of that time on the subway. :0)
ReplyDeleteWow, you've come a long way from the days when you used to say, "I turned left just because it felt like the right thing to do!!" LOL!!!!
ReplyDeleteI always thought you were "navigationally challenged" also until we were in El Paso. You took Dad and Ronnie to Ronnie's tennis tournament and were coming back to get Romie and me. I thought I had a few hours to get ready since you always got lost in Canton, but you made it back in record time. I discovered then that you just needed a place worthwhile to go! Sounds like you found it in New York!
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