Four years ago, I moved from Michigan to The Big Apple. It was overwhelming, and huge, and far from the people I loved.
Slowly but surely, it’s become less overwhelming (I refuse to say that it’s no longer overwhelming because I am still gobsmacked by how difficult some of the most simple tasks can be), it feels a little bit smaller because it’s filled with more familiar faces and new friends, and I’ve learned that a short flight is all it takes to get to those people I was missing so much.
Like a lot of New Yorkers, I have a love-hate relationship with The City. There are days where walking out the front door seems to require far more energy and effort than it’s worth, and other days where I need to pinch myself because, “holy shit, I live in New York!” One thing is certain, for better or worse, NYC has become home - not a forever kind of home - I’m approaching an expiration date of sorts with NYC, but it’s a good place to call home for the time being and has given me so many amazing opportunities.
It seems fitting that Rob and I would be moving into a new apartment on the anniversary of my move to NYC. I think it will be the best yet. Plenty of room, reasonable rent, a full. size. kitchen. And really, the beautiful thing about this move is that it requires few boxes, no movers, no truck/car/van rental, and there’s no need to relearn things like: commute, seamless web menus, neighbors/neighborhood, and local grocery stores.
So cheers, New York! Thanks for 4 wonderful, growth-filled years, and here’s to [at least] 4 more!