Little more

There was a time when aspirin helped. At first I suspected it was the smog of the big apple or maybe the constant city noise. I figured once I survived the transition period, these headaches would dissipate. Lock Haven, PA is full of clean air and quiet places -- I miss it terribly sometimes. When I first moved to Mapleton I felt like there was a subtle poison in the air; soon I adjusted, like every good New Yorker does. Before long I began to notice on my brief visits home, that I couldn’t seem to sleep without that subtle hum. The city it seems, has it’s way of becoming a part of you…
Adjusting to the big city was made a bit easier with the help of a morning coffee. Starbucks is pretty much the same no matter where you go; I was thankful for some familiarity, besides, it was easy to include a caramel macciato into my morning routine. I did my best impression of a zombie on my way to get a couple shots of caramel coated espresso in the morning, then spread my photography portfolio around the area. For weeks…maybe months the days passed in much the same way. . To my parent’s surprise, I had enough work to support this daily routine. I felt a spark of happiness each time I observed my work in the city -- during those moments, I belonged here.
Time began to pass without my knowing -- as time seems to do when you’ve found a routine. My client base had grown -- my roots had spread and found fertile soil.