Not So Glamorous

My first weekend in NY seemed like eternity. A Night In. Lights out. T.V off. Blinds open. Thunder. Lightening. Rain. Fireworks. Watching the Brooklyn Bridge light up. Tears. Pretty emotional, huh? It's not as easy and glamorous as it seems to pack up your things first summer after college and head out to start an internship in the city. On the one hand, the opportunity and experiencing the city is amazing. Doing it alone, living alone, and laughing alone on the other hand...not so much. I'm used to the entourage. My friends laughing and shopping with me. But instead, my laugh echoes and for once. . .it's just me, myself, and I. I try to be so independent, so strong, so driven, confident, and classy. I want great things for myself so I go after every opportunity presented, including this one. My future, my studies, my passion for beauty, and my career is always front and center. Typical me, I packed up with mere hesitation and came to NY because I knew that this opportunity was undebateably an opportunity to network and grow, and a bonus for my resume and personal development as a young African American woman seeking a career in business. Consequently I put ME to the side. The inner me that enjoys conversations about nothing with my "piece of pie, piece of cake", shopping on a budget with my girls, joy rides and 3:00 am McDonald's trips with my "cool guy", and walking down the hill to spend time with mommy-to-be. I put smiling aside to better my future. While I do not and will not regret my decision, I often contemplate what this summer would be like if I just stayed the Boston girl that I am and spent my summer vacation as just that, a vacation.