Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Adapting

It doesn't feel so weird anymore, living in such a big place. I've learned the streets forward and back. Well, for the most part. I've even started hanging out with a couple people from work. We went out for drinks a couple nights ago.

Actually they went out for drinks, I went out for awesome food and to steal a few sips of their beers and mojitos. I was the new girl in the group, they'd all known each other for months before I showed up. I almost felt like a little lion cub they'd adopted into their den.

I sat next to a girl with sunkissed skin and the bluest eyes who called herself KC (not Casey; K, pause, C), and a guy who worked in the cubicle next to mine. His name was Jordy. They got to talking to me about back home. Asked if I missed it and how I was adapting to the city. 

"I love it here but I still miss home sometimes," I said.

"Hon, home is wherever you're loved, don't you know that? I love your hair and your cute little accent. Jordy loves when you buy an extra Americano for him in the mornings. Sounds like you're doing just fine here."

And I guess she was right. I was managing to fit in, I barely missed my hometown anymore. I still missed Sam but we phoned each other all the time. She did always say I was too negative sometimes.


"Life isn't a Disney movie, chica. But if you let it, it could be way better."



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