I missed New York so much; the smell of dried urine on the subway, the grey, angry clouds. Hell, I even missed the hobo on 47th street who always tried to feel me up. But you know what? None of that matters. Because I was back. I had spent my twelve months in hell - i mean Haiti- stuck in a tiny tent whilst my boyfriend Casey, who by the way did not warn me about the humidity!, was having the time of his life. I mean seriously! The moment I landed there, my hair blew up into this huge afro and I don't mean the sexy Beyonce afro either. No it was more, like the Justin Timberlake hair.. you know the kind he had when he was in NSync.
Thankfully, my hair had grown to shoulder length. I had also lost a good 20 pounds but eating nothing but small rations of rice would do that to you.
"Babe, you look amazing" he said as he grabbed my compact from my hand. "No-one knows we're back in New York. Relax."
"Casey..." I gasped, clawing the mirror back from him " We're not in Haiti anymore okay. Those children may have though of me as their Indian Fairy-Godmother who walked around with puffy hair but here , in New York, I have a reputation." I looked at my reflection. Lip gloss? Check. Eyeliner? Check. Eye bags the size of Montana? Check."Okay. I'm ready. Let's get going".
We made our way through the masses that hoarded JFK. It was tiring and honestly? All I wanted to do was go home and go into a coma.
"DOCTOR LAHIRI!" "DOCTOR LAHIIRIII!"
Oh god. Someone was screaming my name!
But who the hell would it be? No-one knew we were in New York.
Maybe it was Ryan Gosling? Maybe Ryan Gosling had read my numerous letters and decided that I was his perfect woman?
"RYAN?" I shouted looking around.
But Ryan Gosling wasn't there.
Instead, there was the entire employees of Shulman's and Associates, holding a huge banner that said 'Welcome Back'.