Change is Good

My favorite time of the year has always been spring. Back in New York, this is when perpetual cold weather began to warm up, the cherry blossom bloomed, and my seasonal depression would fade. However, I wasn't getting the same excitement as usual. Maybe because I was living in an eerie, foreign place, or that fact that my husband and I are not on the best terms.

I needed this new -hopefully short- chapter in my life to be as bright as possible. This morning I dressed in my cutest athleisure wear to attend a morning run with my new neighbor friend, Annabeth. We met a few days prior on the elevator and since I have decided to open up and be more positive, I scheduled a very casual, yet necessary obligatory bonding time so I could seek her out. She promptly knocked on the door at 6:30 am and greeted me with coffee and doughnuts. I liked her timeliness but I refuted the kind gestures because I had a doughnut a few days earlier.

Our run was better than expected, the view was pink, purple, and orange streaks across the sky as the sun rose. Normally I don't like to talk while exercising but I couldn't believe the things she was telling me. "I have something crucial regarding the Mr. Evans case." I was confused. She continued with, "I have possession of his autopsy and you'll never guess what's on it." I blankly responded with a "what." "Old scars on his back, and lots of them. I think that's... you know... how it happened."

Annabeth rambled on and on about Mr. Evans. For all I know she could be talking about her dad? Teacher? Old high school crush? I decided it would be best for me to let her get it all out as I awed at the sky's beauty. When the sun completely lit the sky, I knew this spring may not be like others, but it'll be a good one.

It was a sign

     Another thing about this town I hate is they are so behind the rest of the world. Like seriously, why do I still get daily newspaper delivered to me in black and white?? Anyways, I need to be more positive and except the energy the world is giving me. That's what my girlfriend from the Hamptons told me over the phone last night at least. My first step was giving a quick smile to the neighbor as we rode the elevator down. In response to my smile she said, "Hi, I'm Annabeth! I haven't seen you around here, you must have just moved here or something?" Before I replied, as we were walking out the front door, I promptly evaluated her and approved because of the cute top she was wearing. "Relatively! We came down from the Hamptons a few months ago... we definitely aren't in New York anymore especially with fog like this." The fog was so blinding I felt as if I needed to swat my way to see the sidewalk ahead of me. However, I took the fog as a sign that my intentions for today needed to clearly be set, and that interaction with Annabeth was a really good start.

     I found myself walking into the doughnut shop and ordering a blueberry sprinkled doughnut with an iced vanilla macchiato. I received my high-in-fat food, picked up the same newspaper that got delivered to my door this morning and began to read. God, I thought, I haven't even stepped foot in a doughnut shop for years, or willingly read the news. It felt refreshing. Reverting to my old self who would converse with strangers and didn't care if my breakfast had more than 6 grams of fat. As I read further into the paper I realized the date said "February 11, 2013." Shortly, a millennial sat next to me with one hand carrying a chocolate doughnut and the other an unlit cigarette. I swiveled around asking "Is this a typo?" Pointing to the date. So badly, I wanted to say who on Earth could mistake now for 2013 because that's when Dolce and Gabbana were sentenced to jail. Yuck. But... I didn't need to spread negative energy in the universe.

     The guy, Nik laughed responding "Geez, I guess that goes to show our education system here." We began chatting and it was the nicest thing since when I used to eat doughnuts and macchiatos in the morning. My past self was beginning to emerge in the midst of my life renewal project.