Sunday, October 24, 2010

Apples and Peaches

Yesterday morning was a little rough for me. I finally came to the realization that I do not love New York. 3 months have flown by of me living here and this city just is not for everyone. I will stick around for awhile, because I enjoy a good fight, but I called my mom and said a simple sentence, "Mom, I have come to the conclusion that New York is not for me. I am not totally happy here."
Granted, I have only lived here for three months and I will stick around for a little while longer, I do not have to justify why I want to go home. Its my home- I have been away from Atlanta for 4 years during college and no I am in New York, I just miss my home.
My revelation got me thinking while on the E train going into the city to watch the Indiana Football game with some friends. Of course I get the best thinking done on the E train- who couldn't? I mean, being surrounded by a handful of strangers, you feel so alone and my head just starts spinning.
Here is my analogy of why New York and I just do not fit:
"I am a peach, not an apple. Apples, tough on the outside, can be thrown around, shoved, pushed and their tough outer layer protects their sweet insides. But a peach is tender all over, cannot take a beating like an apple can. A peach is warm and enjoys the sun, it can take a little pushing but will burst easier. I am a peach, a Georgia peach, New Yorkers are apples and no matter how much I try, I am a peach through and through."

And whats the lesson learned?
It's ok. Life is about making choices and decisions to find what I really want.

Peace, Love and Peace Season,
B

2 comments:

  1. Click your heels and say???? Theirs no place like? I think you know the rest!..Its maddening..I wish I had sensible adults that knew what it took for a child to blossom from home to college, then set free into the workplace to get the head wet prior to making life decisions. This would have meant possibly no Brandi, no Jason and no Jeff and Alisa though. So shit works out anyway..GTFOONY..That is my text msg for you

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  2. 3 months is hardley time to get your feet wet is it?
    love ya
    Grandma

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