They sent me to Binghamton

I've always wanted to be on the east coast, and the universe responded…by sending me to Binghamton, NY. Oh you've never heard of it? Neither had I, but I do so love adventures and that's how I choose to view this. Let the adventures begin!

Happiness is a choice

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What I’ve noticed is it isn’t just people from back home who would give me a look of sympathy and an “oooh girl, you’re brave for agreeing to this” type of pep talk every time I mention where I moved from and where I moved to. Even people from Binghamton tended to look at me, completely dumbfounded, when I would tell them that I chose to move from beautiful, sunny southern California to grey, cold Binghamton. It’s crazy! I get a lot of, “but…why? Of all places?”

And I get it. Truly, I do. There are so many things I can do back home that I have to drive hours just to be able to do over here in Binghamton. There are so many different types of activities and places that I can go to in LA depending on what I feel like doing. Beach? Sure! Mountains? Sure! Desert? No problem! As for Binghamton, first I should explain that when I say “Binghamton,” I actually mean Binghamton, Endicott, and Johnson city (the “Triple Cities”) but I just call it Binghamton because really, if most people haven’t heard of Binghamton, then likely they’ve heard of Endicott and Johnson city even less. Plus, it’s just really small. To give an idea of the scale, I can probably drive from Endicott to Binghamton in 20 minutes, 25 with traffic. Suffice it to say, there ain’t much to do out here! So yeah, of course people look at me like I’m crazy when I tell them I chose to move here.

The thing is though…these are just things. My happiness does not come from things. My happiness comes from the experiences I feel because of these things, sure, but certainly not from these things themselves. I choose instead to embrace these changes, both good and bad. I choose to be extremely grateful now when I see the sunshine, when I go out on the very rare days I don’t need a coat, when I hear good music somewhere that makes me want to dance, or when I do visit a city where all the conveniences I was used to is now available. And when bad things do happen…well, that’s just life and I will do my best to see the humor in the situation. I may have some downs but for the most part, I choose to be happy.

 

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Author: lorz46

When I first started this blog, life had just thrown me a curveball by sending me to the middle of nowhere in upstate New York right smack in the middle of winter from my hometown in sunny, southern California. I had no idea what to expect, how long I would stay, or even where my life was heading. All I knew was that there were a great many adventures to be had after they sent me to Binghamton.

4 thoughts on “Happiness is a choice

  1. Every event in our life is added to our experience box, which keeps on ticking. But the internal division depends on the perception of how we look at these events. And there it is, that Happiness is indeed a choice.

  2. Pingback: When I First Moved to Binghamton | They sent me to Binghamton

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