You see walking down the streets of New York is most definitely not what I pictured myself doing on my 18th birthday. By this age I imagined me being on my third and most successful world tour alongside Madonna and Stevie Nicks in our Grammy Award winning girl group. Also when I say New York I don't mean the sleep in the day, party at night type of New York you see young girls fantasying about, I mean the type of New York that has a mouldy stench to it, cramped subways and caffeine addictions. You can not forget the rat infested apartments that cost a kidney to pay a months rent for.
"Aurora". She whispers from around the corner. That voice. Suddenly I recall being in our sage green kitchen back in Georgia. Hanging pots and pans that clattered at the slightest movements and the musty smell of our 1990s oven, everything about the place radiated that sweet feeling of comfort I've been longing for ever since I've moved to the city. It's a shame my parents couldn't provide me with that satisfying feeling that my childhood house could. When I think of my mother the only thing I can think of is my 8 year old self walking up and down our living room with a stack of books on my head to be taught what is ladylike what isn't.
