Arrrggghh!!
Long time, no see, eh? That would be the case if you were in fact, looking. As it turns out, my "oh-so-clever" digital homage to the introduction and settling into New York has taken quite an interesting turn. The Great City did indeed grant me access initially; proceeded to swirl me around in her mouth a bit for taste and ultimately decided to spit me out on the sand; thus rejecting me the chance to learn of her gems, rabbit holes and everything in between. For the present. I hope.
Naturally, this leads me to wondering how many people try once, then try, try again and still yet again to stay planted there. Not that I have an uber-dramatic story to explain having to leave. It was simply one of those things that happens with a leap of faith...
Much like the rest of the world, I was affected by the downturn in the economy. Lost my job; lost my house. And the past couple of years have been an exciting, unpredictable, terrifying & hope-shattering experience all wrapped up in a not-so-pretty package. Matter of fact, you know like one of those nice, neat boxes you take to the shipping facility and send off yourself? Either because it's too bulky to travel with or you don't want to pay the checked baggage fee? And then when it shows up, it's so tattered and beaten it looks like the delivery guys have been living out their childhood fantasies of playing in World Cup by using your package rather than a soccer ball?
Yup, that's what my past two years have looked like.
So, alive and well, I'm back at home. "Home" as in under my parents roof after 8 years of being out on my own. For those of you that can relate, let's have a pow-wow. But I should say that it isn't all bad. I'm in Atlanta, I'm with my family and I can go anywhere from here.
