Ok so what when I come for a Broke and BouJee once a month I end up staying for 2 weeks...lol....
Well heres the deal.. cuz I guess like some people out there it seems like I have been confusing myself quite a bit.... let me rewind and fastforward for ya bit...
Moved to NYC in the start of the summer.. worked for an agency but the devil wore Baby Phat.. took time off.. came home to the A... stayed 2 weeks went back.. applied for jobs... declined some offers... wanted one but I was not about to work for peanuts and be a modern day slave all for the love of fashion (Damn you Missoni.. I have a degree and experience in this shit.. can I atleast get $12 an hour and I would gladly get 3 jobs on the side and fetch your coffee and walk max for you....lol) But no .. I knew my worth... came back for Broke and BouJee with the Clutch.. (BTW... here are some pics)
Back to the story.... OH SHIT.. let me rewind... got a call at 6am one day while I was still in NYC .. mad depressed... about a position that I have been waiting to open up for 2 years now... but guess where it is... BACK IN THE "A"....ok fast forward... Had my interview with the CO. here in Atlanta.. went amazing well... waited on a call back... told from the inside of the company my chances are high for this position (which they are creating for the person ... which means I can move up pretty quick...) getting anxious... no call back.. come to find out the person who is doing the second round of interviews and has the FINAL DECESION just got married this weekeend and wont be back till the 10th.... dilemma because my apartment in NYC is about ready... and I feel like my life is in limbo
NYC is the boy I have been crushing on for YEARS... now that I have him.. I realize he farts alot.. has dirty nails.. but still somewhat cute... atleast he smells good.. and looks like "JUSTIN BOBBI" (lol)...
I realize now that the grass is not always greener on the other side... more than ever F.I.L.A (Forever I Love Atlanta) I miss home.. Miss my friends.. Miss my family.. Miss Cars.. Miss southern accents.. miss they gayhood (my old neighborhood) and just damn it.. I miss home...
Started feeling the urge to come back... ever since ive been back.... still no call back cuz that dude is still on his damn honeymoon... (damn it man) and I know in my heart of hearts... if I make the decesion to move back to Atlanta.. NYC is not out of my system... they (who are these they people btw?) say that it takes 6 months to semi get settled in NYC... well.... I have officially come to the grown conclusion that I will stay and make it work...I will walk the mean streets of the city with myself alone with or with the strong hand of my Xavi every once in a while ( I miss you love) , left alone on the train with my random and somewhat insane thoughts... I will return to the land of gypsy cabs... I will return to the MTA system that i have grown to love... I will no longer be on the 2 but moving up into the A... I will have Nutella Crepes on Prince St from Jean Pierre on the corner ( I think he just picked a french name.. he looks Latin to me)..I will over consume Coconut Ice from the ice cream pushers... I will walk Skully and watch her pee on concrete and have her look at me like "Bitch.. I need grass not concrete to piss/shit on)... I will eat Mamoun's on McDougal..damn it .. I WILL FUCKING LEARN TO LOVE MY CITY THAT I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH FOR SO LONG... AND ACCEPT IT FOR WHAT IT IS.. I AM STAYING WITH MY MAN!!!! ( yea yea yea.. got a lil carried away.. so what...)
Till then.. till my apartment is ready OCTOBER 1ST... I will stay in Atlanta to milk it for ALL its worth..spend as much time with those I love.. and surround myself with POSITIVE energy (yes.. you are NO LONGER IN MY CIRCLE... so kick rocks) I love my city ... and my city loves me... So you will be with me till then... seeing me out in these streets.. driving around in a cop car... (dont ask)
Ofcourse... Unless I get this job... the job of my DREAMS.. then its BUH BYE APPLE... HELLO GAWGIA!!!!
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