Moving across the country is no easy feat, and doing it alone could possibly be the most difficult process of your life. At 23, I decided that I would leave my little slice of the Caribbean, aka the Bronx, for sunny California. No friends. Barely any family. Just me, my three suitcases and my two wide eyes. Photo: Pexels.com I wasn't homesick at first. I really enjoyed the freedom. The adventure. The responsibility. All of it made me feel like a fully-functioning adult. Until the cravings started. After seven months I began craving everything about New York and my Jamaican upbringing. What do you mean I can't run down to the shop and get a small cornmeal porridge with two fried dumplin'?! Wait, I really have to drive everywhere? Does everyone in Los Angeles really need to bring their dogs with them to lunch? And why, oh why, can't I just get four chicken wings and some shrimp fried rice from the Chinese spot? The list goes on. It was hard but I'm two years and five months in, and I will never really get over the things I miss most about the Bronx. So, here are ways I've been able to cope and bring a little piece of New York to L.A.
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