I came here to Jersey City, New Jersey when I was ten and half years old in June of 1997. I remember that year and date well because I was just leaving my school. You know how some things stay with you for a long time. I believe the first time I came here I knew I was entering a new beginning, a new opportunity, and a place that literally transformed me into the person I became now.
This is bittersweet for me. When something hits me hard then I know I need to blog about it now. I love my home when I first came here I was so shy, so timid, and afraid of letting go because I didn't know what to expect back then. I didn't realize back then that I had a history with this part of the country. That my history would be the way for me to make it through.
One thing I am right next door to New York where I was born so that was one way to bring me back into feeling comfortable. Also I had people who loved and cared about me long before I even made it there too. I was lost when you're an only child, a little girl, and you're really out of place. You need a lot to keep you motivated and to push you too. I love my neighborhood because it's quiet, comfortable, there is a rich diversity here, full of people from all walks of life. People with stories to tell and so much more. I trust the people enough to know here that I can walk late at night and make it back to my home safe and sound.
I have met so many people here who opened their hearts to me accepted, embraced, and just gave me all of their love too. It's hard because I am usually always down for a new adventure a new challenge. Yet my heart is attached to this house too. I guess because I have grown up so much here it's funny to me some of things I have done. I can laugh at myself like "I did that jesus!"....or I said that whew....I wouldn't say that now would I? Probably not. My heart is really in this home....I tried everything to fight for it....giving up my prized possessions. Yet there's a reason why my mom made this my home. This is my home with her because she gave me everything I possibly needed and more for any occasion. This home has helped heal me, console me, protect me, and even just make me realize how valuable this family is to me and even my friendships too.
There's something that aches a bit maybe it's because I realize that I am taking a new step into a new place again. I kind of don't care this time a bit cause I've paid my dues plus I am not going to far though either. Yet I love this place so much.
I am going to miss the people who have helped mold me too.
So I am going to say good-bye classy as always and tearfully walk away with my head held high. =(
I am not that little shy girl anymore she's been gone for a while actually. She's somewhere hiding....lol. Yet I know I have to move forward....if I don't then I'll never know what's ahead and what's part of my next destiny, my next learning experience, my next life lessons. =)
This is bittersweet for me. When something hits me hard then I know I need to blog about it now. I love my home when I first came here I was so shy, so timid, and afraid of letting go because I didn't know what to expect back then. I didn't realize back then that I had a history with this part of the country. That my history would be the way for me to make it through.
One thing I am right next door to New York where I was born so that was one way to bring me back into feeling comfortable. Also I had people who loved and cared about me long before I even made it there too. I was lost when you're an only child, a little girl, and you're really out of place. You need a lot to keep you motivated and to push you too. I love my neighborhood because it's quiet, comfortable, there is a rich diversity here, full of people from all walks of life. People with stories to tell and so much more. I trust the people enough to know here that I can walk late at night and make it back to my home safe and sound.
I have met so many people here who opened their hearts to me accepted, embraced, and just gave me all of their love too. It's hard because I am usually always down for a new adventure a new challenge. Yet my heart is attached to this house too. I guess because I have grown up so much here it's funny to me some of things I have done. I can laugh at myself like "I did that jesus!"....or I said that whew....I wouldn't say that now would I? Probably not. My heart is really in this home....I tried everything to fight for it....giving up my prized possessions. Yet there's a reason why my mom made this my home. This is my home with her because she gave me everything I possibly needed and more for any occasion. This home has helped heal me, console me, protect me, and even just make me realize how valuable this family is to me and even my friendships too.
There's something that aches a bit maybe it's because I realize that I am taking a new step into a new place again. I kind of don't care this time a bit cause I've paid my dues plus I am not going to far though either. Yet I love this place so much.
I am going to miss the people who have helped mold me too.
So I am going to say good-bye classy as always and tearfully walk away with my head held high. =(
I am not that little shy girl anymore she's been gone for a while actually. She's somewhere hiding....lol. Yet I know I have to move forward....if I don't then I'll never know what's ahead and what's part of my next destiny, my next learning experience, my next life lessons. =)
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