The Road Not Taken

Yesterday was my last day at the hospital. The staff had a little going away party for me, which included a great selection of cheese! I wrote a letter to the staff and gave everyone a handmade card. I was told this week by several people, including my supervisor's supervisor, that I have excellent clinical writing skills. Wow. By spending five months of my life there, I wondered if I had developed any of my strengths and/or weaknesses. Sometimes, I just seemed to be completing a routine, fullfilling a requirement...I said goodbye to my groups and my last group gave me a card. It was very sweet. One client in particular, wrote, "So long, nice to come across your path, you made a good impression on me."

I was also given another card, which the front office staff wrote that they would never forget my smile and how warm I was to them. Also... A very nice gesture.

I have to admit, I have other things on my mind this morning as I write. I go home on Monday night. I have a full trip planned at home. I also have a job to come back to. Yes, I start my new job on June 20th. Wild huh? What a relief as well.

I have a roommate this summer, we have little differences, but I've already told her that she's made my bridesmaid list. I woke up this morning, and the TV was on and she wasn't here.....Weird, I thought....I just don't live well with other people....We are actually looking for apartments, actually in Brooklyn. We hope to move into a new place in August. There's a church there, I would like attend and get involved.

I'm a little reminiscent this morning. I'm listening to Martina McBride and thinking about my goals. I have truly come a long way, some say I've come a long way. Not that I disagree, I've certainly come a long way from Ohio...(ha, ha.)

In regards to my past, my journey, I like to summarize by comparing it to Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken. I looked down, as far as I could see, but I couldn't be sure that I would be happy going that way, I wondered what it would be like to go somewhere completely new and experience life. I've changed here in NY. You can't come to the same river twice, so I guess that's why I'm a little teary eyed as I write this. Technically, I have the next ten days for vacation. I'm not going to the beach, or to some hot spot, I'm just going to enjoy some down time, I hope I will always be able to visit my family and friends, but NY is now my home.

I've chosen an alternative path, a journey that prevents me from being where I could be comfortable, to be near to family and friends. Instead, I've chosen a location where people ask me, why NY? If people have to ask, they just don't know me well enough.

To encapsulate what it is that I love about NY, what I love about being here...rreeeaalllly, it is impossible to describe. More importantly, it's who I am in NY. That's what has made all the difference in regard to my decision to stay.