Sometimes, when fighting the gusting winds on 8th Avenue and shivering on the subway platform and drinking coffee to suppress hunger, I begin to question the life I'm living. Then I get a text from my old college roommate sharing news of a baby on the way, and I really start rethinking things. Not to say if I had stayed in Austin and found a nice Southern man to marry and a job I liked and start popping out babies of my own that I wouldn't have a similar feeling at some point BUT I feel its a little different up here.
A quiet life like the one I was raised, seems pretty ideal, especially in the dead of winter. (I will admit this is usually the hardest time of year for me). But when I reflect on the years I've spent in NY pursuing this crazy life of uncertainty I cannot help but smile. Many tears and many laughs I've shared with some of the most extraordinary people here. I have no guarantees about my future, which is exhilarating and petrifying all at once. Lucky for me, I have support and faith.
But if spring could come a little early, I'd really appreciate it!!!
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