Just Try and Stop Me

To be honest, I can count the number of people that support my move on one hand. To count the number of people opposed to this, I would have to be some freak with millions of fingers that holds the Guinness World Record for the most things counted using body parts.


As to be expected, my mother is the mayor of I-Hate-New-York-Town. Literally every time I mention New York (even in a conversation with someone else on the phone) my mom finds a way to blast my beloved NYC. Now, for some people this would be discouraging; however, I'm a strange sort of creature. Don't get me wrong, it hurts that my mom is the most non supportive of my dream, but her constant negativity only serves to push me closer to the goal. Being told that I can't do something just makes me want it more. I want to prove to her that I will not only get there, but I will make it there.


Unfortunately, my dad has decided to jump on the bandwagon and support the non supporters. Of all people, my dad is normally the most sane and encouraging, yet today he approached me and suggested I use the money I'm saving for New York to get a new car...


*CRICKET-CRICKET*


HELL NO!


First of all, although my car has turned out to be a total bucket for the past few months (dying while I'm on the freeway multiple times, not starting, etc.), I will only have to deal with it for another year. If I can stretch this thing til then, I'm fine. New York will be waiting for me with its wonderful Subways and I will embrace the fact that I won't have to drive in the crazy traffic.


Side Note: I HATE driving in California-- people think the road is theirs and act like total butt-scrapers. I am so excited to not have to deal with being cut off and blinded at night by people who have no clue what the difference between traffic lights and high beams is.


Anyway, my dad was the one who originally encouraged me to just not mention NY to my mom in conversation. He figured if I was going there, I should just make it happen and not torture my mom with the idea. Now I feel like he has given up on my dream and attempted to harness me down to SoCal just like everybody else. Well, sorry people, but that is absolutely NOT going to happen to me. I'm way to determined, way to driven, and way to THICK-HEADED to listen to any of those people.


A MESSAGE FOR THOSE SWIMMING IN DENIAL:
Say and do what you want, it doesn't change the fact that I'm going--and when I get there, I'll send you a postcard (if I can afford one). Just try and stop me; you only make me stronger. Thanks for the push...


Special thanks to the people who fit on my non-Guinness hands:
Aunt Deb and Uncle Mo: You have supported this from the beginning and I could not appreciate you more. Your advice is always welcomed and I know you will be the first to applaud me when I get to my tiny NY apartment. :)
Julio: Boyfriend, thanks for hopping on with the few, the proud, my own personal "Dream Team." I'm so excited to make the trip next year and show off my favorite place to my favorite man.
Jasmine: My best friend and the most adventurous of the group--you have never doubted my courage; you never wavered as you stood by my side for almost 15 years. I know that we both believe in each other and understand that we are two pretty unique individuals following our dreams. Only kids like us can make this kind of crazy shiz happen. I know you'll come visit me so I can show you my city like you showed me yours.
Mammo and Bampo: I can see that the idea of my being so far scares the be-jebus out of you two, but I know you love me enough to listen to my crazy ideas. Maybe you are doubtful that I know enough about being on my own to do this, but at least you give me ideas and ask good questions to make sure I'm somewhat on track. I love you and you are the best grandparents ever!


The people I love want to see me run with my dream, I'd rather them watch me fly.


Until next time...