a terrible argument

Having moved to Georgia 3 and a half years ago, you’d think that the question of Coke or Pepsi wouldn’t still perplex me. Or that I’d finally have an answer to Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Donuts? Or everyone’s favorite question: Do you like it better here or in New York? Am I supposed to be able to answer that? New York City is my home, but I’ve lived in Georgia long enough to still feel an identity crisis. New York is a hustling bustling city of opportunities, Georgia is where we moved to get away from the hustle and bustle. In Georgia, people in random cars passing by wave at you like you’ve been friends, whereas if you waved at a stranger in New York, they’d act like they didn’t see you. The food in New York is amazing, the snow is deep, the people are always in a hurry. Georgia is full of trees and fresh air, the summers are scorching, and the people’s version of “hospitality” is knowing my business, from where my great-grandfather worked to why my right pinky nail is a darker color than the rest. Do I want to go home? Yes, that’d be ideal. I wouldn’t need a car, or a lot of money to get food that I don’t really like. BUt here i am, a drifter. So for the meantime, while I'm contemplating how to answer the question of "Georgia or New York," I'll take both places for what they are: the places that have helped shape me into the diverse person that I have become.