A train to 125th Street > Transferred to the C train to 96th Street > Arrived at Central Park West
A Walk In The Park...
My new journey to New York City seemed simple like the scenery in Central Park. However, I learned that much like Central Park there was much more left unseen to the eye.
Portraits vs Reality...
I found comfort in the images of my new self... reincarnated to fit the form of Carey Bradshaw. A swift wind to snap me back to the reality of the Brooklyn-bound A train arriving. Steps... into a car filled with people of different backgrounds and situations. Realities of never seeing these individuals again to the next reality of running into them once again. Welcome, to the city.
I was too nice. I was different. I was country. I smiled too much. I was...Brandi. I found that the many things that made me stand out contributed to the things that made me a New Yorker, now. Allowing myself to finally plant seeds in what looked like nothing but concrete. With a different environment compared to most flowers, I found that I had no problem blooming here.