Last night I took the bus in from the airport (new financial mentality) and as it went across 125th street in Harlem, I got all teary eyed. So many different types of people: an elderly turned-out black woman with a cane that had a lions’s head carved on the handle (complete with a marble in its mouth); a white girl talking on her cell phone (“whaddup?” she said.); a guy with a tee shirt with pictures of the Vice and Prez: Dumb and Dumber and a young attractive family from South America clutching their luggage, the boy wide eyed as their friend gave them a running commentary in Spanish. Got off that bus, walked past the Apollo theatre and at the next bus bus stop there was a record store blaring a tribute to James Brown and a soul food restaurant ($4.95…all meat $5.99) that really smelled good. I almost cried.
Just by reading this I can tell that you really love/miss the city. It is good that you are back. I can tell that you are very connected to your home and the people around you, even if you don’t know them. Although living in a small rural college town might not be your favorite, just know that you have made a different in a lot of young peoples’ lives and tought them things that they will remember for the rest of their careers.