Take me home

I don't know why but it's become harder and harder to keep up with this blog. I keep hoping to get a hold of an intangible piece of magic called Inspiration.

I am always looking for it. Anywhere and everywhere.

What is going to spark my next blog?
What is going to entice my mind to the point where I have to log onto this website and write until I can't write anymore?

It's not as if my life hasn't been eventful. I have stories for days.
But stories only go so far. The message that is derived from the story is just as important as the story itself.

Am I too caught up in the message that I want to skip the story of life entirely and get to the end where I learn the moral? It's quite possible.

I find it ever so amazing that as much as I try to negotiate my rationality and my emotions, the end result is often not in my control.

One always gets the best of the other. Always.

I am a native of the borough of Manhattan but during the beginning of my winter vacation two weeks ago, I took a trip to The Bronx. I got off of the 6 train and walked to the bus stop that I know all too well. But before I got to that bus stop something amazing happened to me. As I inhaled the smell commonality I felt a sudden weight lifted off of my shoulders. It wasn't a situation where I was searching for a form of stress release. I didn't know that I even had this weight on my shoulders until I felt it completely vanish in the thin Bronx air.

Bronx, New York.

It is not where I sleep at night. It is not where my official address is. It's not even the place I spend most of my time in. But at that very moment I knew one thing: I was home.

For the majority of my teenage life, The Bronx was where I grew as a human being.
Here is where I developed character, maturity, and self respect.

It is a rarity when I am unable to describe my feelings with words. But being in The Bronx just feels right. I felt like this is where I belong. This is where I should be.

Not only is The Bronx the borough which I used to reside in, it is the location where my greatest and most influential friends get the privilege of living. I am almost certain that they do not feel like it is a privilege to live in The Bronx, but I can assure them that they should feel that way.

As much as I love Manhattan, and trust me I really do love it, there is no other place in New York City like The Bronx and it will forever be a place that I call home.