When I was 18 I dreamed of living in NYC. At the time I was living in Fort Lauderdale, FL. It’s a beautiful beach town and paradise but my heart longed for the city.
I would go to Bob’s News Stand and pick up the New York Post. I would review the Help Wanted and For Rent section of the paper. It seemed unattainable, I couldn’t afford the high rent or the move. I gave up on the thought and resumed my South Florida life.
Flash forward to today. When I look out my bedroom window I catch an eyeful of my beloved NYC. No, I didn’t quite make it to New York. I live in New Jersey but I’m only 2 miles away from the city of my dreams. How I got here is another story. I will save for another day.
I just feel so blessed to be where I imagined myself. It might not be exactly what I had in mind but life is funny like that.