in another town

Day by day I grow more and more weary of my job. Although I’m loathe to leave behind the familiarity of friends and the comfort of intimately knowing a town the way I’ve come to know this Little-Big City, I’m nevertheless eagerly anticipating The Move, and all the opportunities and new experiences it holds in store.

I’ve not before lived in a metropolis as an adult. True enough, as a child and adolescent I knew the hustle and bustle of Big City Life in South Florida, but the realities of day-to-day life in such an environment remain an enigma in my mind. My early memories there are foggy with the ignorance and innocence of childhood. Then my later years there are clouded by the cocktail of early-adolescent hormones. By 16, I had been transplanted to this Mississippi town, which is where I came of age and really came into my own. It is here where I’ve matured, married, and for the most part mastered this thing called life.

The time has come, however, to move on and move away. And so it goes that I’ll be moving to a teeming metropolis, with all of its requisite hustle and bustle. The heretofore foreign things that immediately come to mind, with which I will most assuredly become immediately intimately acquainted, are public transportation, multi-family housing crammed into every nook and cranny, and a pedestrian-friendly distribution of resources.

I also relish the thought of once again being just another face in the crowd; the anonymity that a Big City can offer. This Little-Big City is truly that; degrees of separation are two if they’re one. But New Orleans, by contrast, is so thick with folks that I shall be but one of the huddled masses, which provides a certain measure of freedom.

I’m at once terribly excited and immensely bereft at the thought of moving. And the inescapable eventuality of it looms ahead like death: the particulars – time and place – are unknown, but the inevitability of the occurrence is unavoidable.

‘Tis the sort of thing that causes a girl such as myself to curse my own humanity, or at least the limitations it imposes upon me; that way that the future lurks in front of us, in complete and total darkness, and all we can do is wait, in utter ignorance of how the story of our lives might unfold…

And so I bide my time, waiting to see what the City of New Orleans holds in store for me.

~ by tangle on June 14, 2009.