I’m returning to normalcy finally and coming down off of my ‘dancing high’ after a weekend getaway to
where my friends and I were celebrating another dear friend’s upcoming nuptials. This was her last big “single” girls’ weekend before tying the knot on December 4th. It was another fun weekend with my college friends where we dressed up, ate fancy meals, tried to be more chic than normal, chatted a lot, gossiped even more and just plain out had a good time. Atlanta
One thing that stood out to me during our trip to the big city this past weekend was how different it is than my current hometown. I feel at times that where I live and work is a place that has little to no culture in it. I feel that it’s a city somewhat ‘behind the times’ when it comes to diversity, the arts, shopping, music and visitor hospitality. But I don’t want to harp on this subject or where I live, heck I’ve lived in the same place for 10+ years, so there’s something to say for that, but you know what I mean…
So back to the big city and the differences I saw…to be honest and frank I just felt like a minority almost the entire time. It was something that I so rarely experience it was almost an eye-opener to an extent. I never felt out-of-place being what felt like the minority, nor did I even really pinpoint it to anyone…I just sort-of took it all in stride and went with it. Every place we went (from the chic bar at the top of our hotel, to the hotel staff, to the dance club ‘Opera’) I realized one thing…no one there judged, no one treated me differently and no one didn’t want to talk…is that bad to have multiple negatives in one sentence? But seriously, I felt as if everyone was out this weekend with the best intentions…to meet other people, chat and see or be seen…and that’s pretty much why I was there, too…and of course to celebrate the future bride-to-be!
As I took in my weekend on the ride back home I had to relish on one major thing. Although there were so many people from different races around me and different cultures among us, not once did I feel uncomfortable. Coming from a smaller city and going to the big city, I think there is a lot to be said for experiencing differences. I think it makes you appreciate people more, to judge less, to be patient, to be kind, to be compassionate and understanding, and to enjoy yourself no matter the surroundings. I hope that maybe I will carry these lessons with me each day as I go forward, but I know that in the end I am also returning to my life of less diversity, less race, a little less culture and the smaller city.