North to South

I’m leaving Brooklyn today, New York City, Williamsburg, New York, North.

I’m going back down South.

It is a good and a strange feeling. I almost feel established here, grown in. Maybe it was the mushrooms, or all of the people or the singularity I have experienced while being so far from Home. I now am feeling the opposite of what I felt when I arrived here. I feel the  feeling of going back into a lot of what I wanted leave. It is knowing that it was only a week ago I was there, singular. I knew I needed to make it here. And, I did. I have a new respect and a new disrespect for somethings.

I truly have seen myself in a different way. I refuse to go back home and get stuck. I refuse to let anyone filtrate my life who has the wrong intentions. I know people, I know life, I know me. I have an edge, I always have. It isn’t hard, it was, I have worn it down to mold to me. To put behind me but never resurface as a current pain. Dormant, with all of the other trials and error I have seen and been a part of during my life. No one is perfect, I know I am not. I have seen my flaws at a huge disadvantage in this Northern place. I have also seen my advantages. To be singular is to know you, and to realize that you are the only one who enables the response to your reaction of the things surrounding you and falling in your path. Be aware. Do not beware.

I truly am happy to be coming home, time has spent, the journey of many must come to an end. I am living a little old me here, bringing the new back. This city will always hold something of mine, in all of its people, places and things. I live on here, and there.