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As I sit in LGA waiting for an overdue departure to RIC, thoughts of mine continue to stir and echo.

Two years ago I left NY two months after the premiere of the -Sex and the City- movie. I've never been a huge -Sex and the City- fan, but I did go see it with a friend. I groaned a bit while watching, feel in love with some shoes on the silver screen, and grew appalled at some of the story. Yet, Carrie going back to Big makes sense as they orbited around everyone. None-the-less...

I will never say -Sex and the City- gave me an epiphany, but last night while watching it on HBO I couldn't help but laugh, sigh, and ponder. NY was my home not long after I moved, and it wasn't until the prolonged debacle with Jackass that I got irritable with Long Island. In all reality, I should admit what I have yet to do. I've always loved NY, much of my identity comes from it, and I've always enjoyed the residential enclaves of Queens. For years I spent an obscene amount of time in the city, and yet I was always afraid to fully embrace it. Rewatching the movie last night only reiterated the I feel the most at home in the city, and that nothing can cure homesickness for NYC, its smog, loud characters, and so forth like coming back. When I watched -Julie and Julia- last fall I swear I felt my heart break with pains to be home every time a city scene showed up. Why?

My life has been in limbo for so long, always moving from one place to the next, always knowing I wasn't permanent has marked me in a way. I was afraid to fall in love with a place to have to leave it. Well...
I'm headed to Richmond for the night because I used a voucher for the free flight. I had ETS book my flight to Louisville before I knew I'd be home this May/June. So, tomorrow I head to a land I once lived in (or twice), and then when I get back to NY on the 10th--two years after leaving to put perspective on me, distance from a bad relationship, and part stupidity-- it's on to find an apartment and finalize some adjunct lines.

Yes, folks, I'm moving home.

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