I thought that I'd take this post back to my shortly lived past and reminisce about the wonders of 149th street in the Bronx.
A little history about me, I'm from a small town called Groton, Connecticut. Some people know of Groton as a major contractor and home of Electronic Boat Corporation, if I remember correctly. People in my area, literally knew everyone, you couldn't even go to the grocery store without seeing your cousin -- not me but some of my friends. Everyone use to try to be from New York, "What part you from?" They use to just say the Bronx, or
Manhattan, never Brooklyn or Queens because I guess they didn't know about those places. I made it my destiny to move to New York, I became obsessed with it I just knew that life would be better for me in New York, the city that never sleeps. My senior year, I decided to apply to some New York colleges so I could at least get my foot in the door and then just go with the flow.
When I got accepted to FIT, I bragged to everyone and when I said everyone, I literally meant, Everyone! Neighbors I never talked to before, family, friends, teachers, the principal, EVERYONE! Some people were haters, not going to name anyone, but they were a specific boy who I wasn't too fond of, and he would pretend they didn't know that right after high school I was going to the city. As soon as graduation hit I prepared myself mentally and physically to leave home and spread my wings and fly. My mother and step-father help me set my room up and after, we ate our last meal together before I was pronounced an official adult and was living on my own. Once they left, I did become sad because I was by myself, my roommate who was a junior at the time hadn't come in yet so I had a whole room by myself. Not trying to make myself sad, I finished putting together a few things, got in the shower to get ready for bed. I had a big day a head of me, that was filled of exploring and I wanted to be well rested.
My boyfriend and I was playing, Last Of Us, with the lights off -- that is the best game ever created, if you play, you have to play in the dark -- just when I was in beast mode, and a zombie was going to get me, I heard a pop noise outside and it sounded just like fire crackers. I didn't know why people would be setting off fire crackers in the middle of September but we kept playing the video game. Two more fire cracker sounds went off and my boyfriend went to the window to see what was going on, and to my amazement, a group of young boys were in the middle of our complex shooting off a gun. When I say, I was so dumbfounded at the time, I couldn't believe my eyes.
|Serge Bertasius Photography|
Ever since that night, the people in that area were always up to no good, and for some reason it was always behind our building. I'm happy that we don't live there anymore and have to deal with living like that. This doesn't mean that all of the Bronx is bad, only some parts, the only sad thing is we have to move again because of our crazy landlord. What would you do in this kind of situation? Feel free to comment below and start a conversation. Until next time ❤