Big City

I packed up my belongings and moved to the big city,

The Big Apple, as they call it.

No clear plans,

no real guidance,

just hopes and dreams.

My family is over a thousand miles away,

scattered across the globe.

Now that I’m here,

I find myself at a crossroads.

I’m finally in the city I dreamed of my whole life,

But I’m by myself.

No friends yet.

Love life is on the brink of shambles.

I don’t have my family to run to anymore.

It’s just me,

and the quiet of the apartment.

The occasional blare of sirens below me.

Just me,

and the noise of the locals outside my building.

I thought I’d have it all figured out once I got here,

Like the city would solve all my problems.

Truth be told,

It helps.

A lot.

But now,

I'm unsure of the next step I should take.

What do you do

After you accomplish something

You’ve been working so hard for what?

I’m trying to get back on track,

Get organized,

But there’s a hollow pit in my chest.

It doesn’t ache enough to cause a full disturbance,

But as I go through my day,

I can feel a little air

flowing through but never filling it.

I’m grateful.

I’m happy.

But how does one navigate?

I packed up my belongings

and moved to the big city.

~newest NYC transplant