New York City

I moved to New York City without ever having visited. Call it intuition, spontaneity or even crazy. I knew that New York City would speak to my soul...I just knew we would hit it off. I tried denying the feeling for awhile. Was in the middle of transitioning and instead of setting out for NYC at that time from Maryland, decided to move back to Florida to be near my family, even got back together with an ex boyfriend. One more time, I convinced myself, I can make this work. The best part about being back in Florida was the beautiful time I spent with my family. I was restless though. And it's hard to deny what's really in our soul. Working, living, socializing - making Florida home again was my mission. But it didn't feel like my purpose. It didn't speak to my soul. I was sitting at a red traffic light one hot and humid summer day in northern Florida contemplating my future. I'm a spiritual person so my thought went something like this: God I'm just not sure anymore about being in Florida, maybe I never was to begin with. I keep thinking about New York...not sure how it will all come together but I need your help. I need a sign. Should I stay in Florida or move to New York? God just give me a sign. I need to see it clearly. I sat there in my Ford Explorer nearly in tears praying and wondering what I should do. The cars turning off the subway made the left turn in front of me...before my light turned green, an old 80's-style Bronco passed in front of me and on the back window in white shoe polish were the words: Florida 2 New York. I smiled wide and big. Seeing those words provided me with a sense of relief. The mere fact of questioning what was in my heart, revealed the truth. Now, I've asked for signs before and didn't feel like I've gotten nearly the response. Maybe, I wasn't open to the possibilities or looking too hard. As soon as I could see the skyline of New York City, I knew I had arrived. I felt it deep in my soul - I'm home.