Off I Go

8.5 years. 3 apartments. 9 roommates. 11+ places of employment. 4,324 slices of pizza. 1 million speckles of glitter.

New York City was a happy accident. Sheryl Crow’s favorite mistake. I was never supposed to live here, nor did I dream about living here as a dorky kid growing up in the woods of New Hampshire. To say that 8.5 years of my life went by in a blink is an understatement. To say that I met some of the greatest friendships here is another one. This place is beautifully awful, it’s disgustingly hard, it’s enormously small and it’s impossibly possible.

It’s so strange how time can pass by so quickly. You get comfortable sitting still in one place and fall in love with that comfort. I certainly did. As we all know, it’s easier to do nothing than do something. I ignored the gnarly smells and the packed subway cars because I got used to it. It becomes the norm, as it does for everyone here. But I didn’t want those cons (among others) to be my norm anymore. I didn’t want to lug my 18 pound laundry bag 3 blocks in the rain anymore. I didn’t enjoy carrying my entire life on my shoulders to and from work each day. So I took the words of the noble Kelly Clarkson to heart and decided to “take a chance, make a change, and breakaway.”

My eyes have been set on California since I was that dorky New Hampshire girl. New York was my truly wonderful pitstop. The city helped me define myself. The city had everything I needed, when I needed it most. The city let me be free and helped me see the things I also desired most. The city introduced me to my closest friends. The funniest coworkers. The weirdest acquaintances. But most importantly, the city introduced me to me, and the importance of independence and dating myself. (Shout out to me! Muah, hey girl.)

It’s not hard to leave a place behind. The place will always be there. It’s hard saying “see you later” to the people that make living in that place bearable and worthwhile. You all know who you are, and words can never express how grateful I feel to have you in my life. I will never be able to sum up my time spent here in one letter. All I know is that I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.

So New York, thank you.

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