Ten years ago I moved across the country without knowing a soul. Covered in snow, the New London town welcomed me with drinks in a pub that kept me warm. I, along with the belongings I carried with me moved twelve times between Connecticut and New York. It was then that I called Harlem, Brooklyn, and Washington Heights my home. I wrote plays and journaled my travels as I began working a full time job that led me to DC, Chicago, Atlanta, and more. My heart called me back to California, and it’s here that I’ve resided for six years. There’s been a great deal of learning.
The biggest lesson is to be able to let things go, especially those elements outside of our control. Be in the moment and keep in mind that nothing is permanent. Depression is a hurdle and it’s important to be patient with yourself. Treasure the loves of your life and the dates you go on. You never know where it will lead or what that person will teach you. This decade bent my spine, broke me down, and lifted me up. I still feel I’m on the upward climb, and with me I carry the places I come from, the people who inspire me, and the words I have yet to write.
I look forward to seeing what the next ten years bring, knowing it won’t be perfect (perfectionism is overrated anyway), but it will be a new adventure that I will embrace with my whole spirit. Ideally while wearing my new Pride and Prejudice scarf.