Making a decision

Three months has passed and I still wasn't ready return to New York.  Why was I not ready to return?  Well I was having so much fun with my relatives and meeting new friends.  Also the thought about returning to the dirt smelly air where there are a lot of attitude, I just didn't want to go back to that again.  To be honest, I don't like how the Americans live with being judgmental and as my Uncle Maurice would put it "talk a lot of bullshit" because that's what it was.   I was getting fed up with that atmosphere.

My aunt Maggy was talking to me and she asking me what I was going to do because I would need to go to my aunt Ann's house so she and her husband could take me to the airport.  So I made that decision which was already decided since the first day that I arrived in Derry.  But I was a little confused on thinking about those "what ifs".  What if I made the wrong decision?  What if I went back would I miss my family and friends?  All these questions was entering my brain.  I knew I had to make a decision so I chanced it because it seemed that the answers to my questions were more on the Derry side rather than the New York side.  So told aunt Maggy that I wanted to continue to stay, so she was pleased and thought that was great.

I think it was 3 months later after that, I started to get unemployment money which they called the brue (sounds like brew). I believe that I had to sign every week but I would get my unemployment check every two weeks  in the mail. Some of that money went towards my aunt Maggy for rent.  I wasn't a smoker or drank much so I was able to save a little money.

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