Every year in my twenties has been completely than the year before. Different state, different job, different schools, different point in my relationship with Superman. Friendships have come and gone...
But no life-changing year has been as radical thus far as the transition from Apple to Bean.
Some days, I miss the Apple girl. I miss the rush and the attitude and the style of the city.
And while a part of the Apple will always be with me, I can feel the Bean creeping its way in.
For instance, in the Apple, if I saw a shady looking women yelling obscenities on the street, I would just walk by. She's shady. She's loud. She's in the Apple. So what.
Last night, I saw a shady woman on a street corner close to my home and called 911. Even though she wasn't loud, she's a stranger and she's in my town. I was more scared of that than anything I had ever encountered in the Apple. Really.
In the Apple, a weekly brunch date at a new spot was a must-do. Now, the only apple living I do is go apple picking at an orchard.
Don't get me wrong, I'm embracing the here and now. But I'm fighting to transform on my own terms. There are some things I just won't give up. And at the core, you can see I'm still an Appleite through and through...
This photo is a bit old, but the sentiment lives. Maybe next year, I'll be in a completely different place in life, but today I say:
Rock on, domestic diva. But don't let the comfort of the Bean suck the fun out of you.