Home
We are always told to not live in the past as there is so
much in the present and even more in the future. Yet, I see so much relevance
in the past. My past keeps me grounded to who I was and where I came from. More
so, it serves as a reminder of how far I have come and how much more I have to
go. For me, nothing represents my past more than my friends from high school.
Home is where the heart is. If so, then I have two homes. I
love New York for all the opportunities it gives me and all the unknowns I have yet to
discover. So many questions beg to be answered and more arise each day. Excitement
is never short as I start my days in the biggest city in the world. Everyday
that I was away, I wanted to be in the comfort of the concrete jungle known as Manhattan. I missed seeing the homeless man on 85th and 1st. I missed the
ghetto Reggaeton that blast from cars as they drive by my windows in the wee
hours of the morning. Most of all, I miss the monotony of the life I have come
to have. Vacations are meaningless if you have don’t have something boring to
come back to.
Yet, home is also where people love you for who you are. I
am truly blessed to have such a wonderful and eccentric set of family and friends.
One sometimes forgets how much they are loved when they have been away for too
long. I have forgotten how easy it was to let my guard down with my three
friends and laugh about all the embarrassing details of my life with no worry
of judgments. I was initially worried that it would take time for us to
rekindle our friendship and warm up. How wrong was I? My friends have each become
such strong willed women in their own way but the friendship remains simple and
sincere. I am constantly astounded by the fact that I have known these girls
for almost 14 years. We are all at different places in our lives but came from
the same starting point.
My short trip home has given me much new insight on the life
I want and a newfound respect for the life I take for granted in New York. At the end of
it all, my belief that everything happens for a reason is strengthen. If it’s
meant to be then it shall be, for my story has already been written, I just
have to live it.
