Sometimes, my mind is a mess of the many places and things I want to be that I forget to be grateful of where and who I am in the present.
The other night, as I sat on the crowded and delayed train, I felt like New York City was home again. The feeling of familiarity awash over me like a bursting water balloon. Here we are, people from all walks of life, packed like sardines in a train car, sharing the same experience. Eyes rolling, heads shaking, with looks of disbelief as the conductor announces delay after delay.
And as I walked to the bus to take me over the Queensborough Bridge, with the droplets of rain pelting my face, I felt whole. I accepted the fact that for now, this is where I am.