I'm staying with a friend in Brooklyn for a couple days before I go to the writers conference in Midtown. We went on a long walk through the various neighborhoods which gave this Wyoming grey-haired emotional toddler an amuse-bouche of big city life.
I loved it.
I feel like somebody else here. I am not the same person I am back home. My past mistakes didn't make the flight with me. My insecurities got lost at baggage claim. I felt brand new. My slate was washed clean and then incinerated for good measure. I come from a town where everybody knows everything about you. Here in Brooklyn I am just another dreamer. I am not who I was yesterday - I am who I want to be tomorrow.
Here in Brooklyn I'm an an untold story that is just beginning.
I'm thousands of miles away from where I came from and I feel completely at home.