Since the age of eighteen, I have been on my own. I live in Harlem; yes, New York City for those of you who didn’t know I moved again. This is the eighth time that I had to change my address and I assure you that it will not be my last.
I don’t want to say anything corny like: “The world is my address.” But, when they ask me what I did with my life I want to say that I have loved, been loved, been given epic opportunities and had the audacity to turn down epic opportunities for new dreams, I traveled, I suffered, and I never told a boring story.
I spoke to an old lover and I know that I truly cared for him because we did not get into an underhanded debate about who is doing better than the other. Instead, we had a real, organic talk about our lives and where it was headed. Understanding our differences and why we had to split I told him that I sometimes wish for stability. He responded:
This is what you wanted, Trish. Ever since I met you. You said you never wanted to stay in one place. You said you wanted to be poor. And look at you, you’re doing it.
I guess in all the loyal years that I spent with any of the past lovers I always had an affair with myself. I am selfish and always have been. There is no one I love more than myself.
12-year-old Trisha said she would go to NYU. 24-year-old Trisha is a graduate student at NYU with a partial scholarship.
16-year-old Trisha said she would go to Paris. Status pending.
Love life,
Trisha
