Fourteen years ago (on October 31, 2000) I drove across the Triboro Bridge to The Bronx. I was born in Manhattan and raised in Queens - moving to The Bronx completely on my own was both scary and exciting. When I told family, friends and even strangers about my move they all said, "Nobody moves from Queens to The Bronx." But this Queens girl did. And it's the best decision I ever made.
A few weeks after moving to The Bronx, I met Joseph - a life long Bronxite. We eventually moved in together, got married, had a baby.
I walk down the street and I know my neighbors - maybe not by name but their faces are familiar - and we exchange smiles. Everyone knows Norrin's name or some kind of variation (Norris, Norman, Norrance,) of it because people have a hard time saying Norrin. The Bronx was once unknown territory for me and now it's become a place of familiar. The Bronx has become my home. And it's beautiful.
