Jun 01, 2011 00:16
[Angelica is sitting at her kitchen table, staring very intently at a coffee mug. Apparently she's taking a break from the dinosaur insanity to reflect for a spell.]
I arrived in the City one year ago today. I arrived here less than an hour after having a tumor surgically removed from my breast. I was so sick and so terrified. I felt so alone... I thought I was on death's door. When I arrived here, I was ready to give up.
[She trails off, still staring at that mug, and she doesn't say anything for a long moment.]
Just... What a difference a year makes, you know? I didn't know if I'd even have this year. I would never have predicted I would be where I am today and who I am today. Not in a million years. I've met people I couldn't have dreamed up, continued my education, found my place in the community. I fell in love, I got married... I've made a life for myself that I never even imagined back home.
[Another moment of thoughtful silence before she speaks again.]
I guess I mean to say, thank you, City. Thank you for this year. Thank you for this life. Thank you for this second chance at being myself.
angelica jones | firestar