shalalasusan

It’s back. :’)

I wish I wasn’t in such a rush to leave.

My senior year of high school when everyone was asked “Where are you thinking of going to college?”, most would say “OUT. FAR. NOT HERE.”

This included me.

I would have given up my left buttcheek to go as far away nationally. Cali seemed fit seeing as they had my intended major and was the furthest I could be from home. But sadly, my left buttcheek doesn’t warrant any actual money to provide tuition for USC and my only financial resources (Heyyyyy Bank of Mom and Dad) at the time gave me a 4-hour radius. I worked with it, I chose Boston.

Buh-bye New York.

The good thing about the move is that I DID get “outta there” and it made me appreciate my home on Long Island and my city, New York City, even more. The bad(ish) thing is that I essentially ignored all of New York’s magic while I was a half-hour train ride away. Now I wanted nothing more than to experience it all.

“Your backyard studio can be the city of Paris.” One of my favorite quotes, said by Bruce Weber. The whole time I was in New York, I overlooked what was parked in front of me because I wanted to leave so badly. I could have experience that same thrill and excitement of a new environment right in Manhattan if I had taken the time to do some research and kept an open mind in exploring areas right around me. But all I thought about was fleeing to a new place. And to be honest, I don’t really know NYC as much as I make it seem like I’m married to it.

I wish I married it when I had the chance. But I chose to be the runaway bride. I suck. I’m sorry, New York.

So a shalalalesson to myself: If you can’t control the situation, you can at least control the way you look at it and feel about it. Really. So even though I never made it to California (YET. YET I TELL YOU.) and even though I currently can not get to Manhattan in half an hour like before, I can at least explore every inch of Boston until my next destination.