It was ten years ago that I packed up, and moved out of NYC. I needed a break. I wasn't struggling, I wasn't surviving.....I just existed. I got up...went to my crummy job...busted my ass at work...came home, and crashed. That's no life to live. I wasn't pursuing my dream of working in film and television, nor was I happy about the state of activism in the city at that time. I saw the handwriting on the wall, and just said, "PEACE OUT!!!" I don't regret leaving; I seriously needed that change at that point in my life. I was able to achieve a lot on my own, and outside of NYC. I doubt that I would've reached any of the goals that I've reached since my departure, nor would I have accomplished what I have as an activist or writer, had I stayed in NYC.
I left 10 years ago to better myself. I'm considering leaving again. I'll most likely go back to the Mid Atlantic; it's strategically convenient as far as my plans as a writer are concerned. I have a good number of connections in that region, and it's still accessible to New York. I may not want to live here anymore, but the city (and state for that matter) has a lot of resources. Hopefully, I can be out of here, and relocate by the late summer/fall.
So, here's to my anniversary. Here's to better things to come down the pipeline. May I continue to grow, and my career take the positive path that I intended for it. Please continue to support me, and I look forward to continuing to inspire, and impress.
Uhuru sase, y paz. Keep the fist raised.
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