Le Letting Go in Brooklyn

Brooklyn


So letting go...it's an interesting concept. I mean, it's so easy to say. Let go, just let go. Stop being bitter. Stop being angry. Stop being in love with that guy, he doesn't love you back, just let go. Move on. I mean, Zach Braff even wrote a whole movie about it. But unlike his Garden State, most people don't have Miss Nathalie Portman by their side holding their hand. When it came to letting go of my friends...I was okay. It was my family that got me when I first got to Brooklyn. I missed them. I missed them when they said goodbye at the airport, when I got on the plane, off the plane and for the first week I was in this country. How do I let go of them? Of the sadness? Of the fact that they will not be here to share my life with me?

The answer came to me last night at around 10 pm. I was sitting here at my Mac when I got a dose of wanderlust and started roaming around the net, checking out blogs, reading gossip news. And every time I read the word New York, it hit me like a small electric charge. I'm in New York City. I'M in New York City. Me! Here! (Well, okay that isn't entirely true. I am actually in Brooklyn at the moment, you know, the country that lies somewhere between Pakistan and immigrant Soviet Israel. But close enough :)) The realization hit me hard. And I felt a bit of my sadness slip away as it was replaced with a feeling of hope and excitement for my new future, of not knowing what will come. Maybe embracing the new, the future is the key to letting go? Maybe that is our Nathalie Portman? The new guy, the new city, or in my case, the pretty buildings with the romantic fire escapes. Allowing it to quietly slip on stage little by little as the weary past is allowed to sink behind the scenes, making way for new adventures to come.

Love,
Sabrina

PS
Moving is such a tiresome job. Therefore I am off to Miami to rest and tan my weary pale self for a few days. Till then enjoy some photos of my first impressions of my new home. Have a lovely week!