A new school year has begun. The process to prepare for it has been very different in Kentucky than in New York.
In New York, I lugged boxes and suitcases of stuff from my apartment to school. I hauled books, workbooks, papers, mirrors, games, binders, pencil boxes, markers... you got the idea... on buses, subways, and in taxis during rush hour. I ignored the oh-so-thoughtful comments people yelled when I blocked their path. It took a week to get everything from one place to the other.
Each year, I vowed to burn everything. Burn it to the ground. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
In Kentucky, this year, I neatly stacked carefully packed storage bins in the trunk of my car. I drove my stuff to school while air conditioning cooled me . I heard nothing but the sweet sound of music. Happy people offered to carry my storage bins into school. I broke a sweat, once, maybe twice.
Moving got easy. Life got easy.
As much as I appreciate moving this year, I forever owe New York a big one. New York made me tough and see things through a different perspective. New York made me (wo)man up and grow a pair. Made me appreciate my "easy" life.
Thank you, New York, for I am and never will be the same.