As of today I have officially lived in New York for one year. [I have also been shacking up with the Russian for a year today.]
I was under the impression that a lot of people didn't think this whole
moving to New York with my boyfriend of only eight months would work
out, but I guess that just goes to show that sometimes the most
spontaneous, far-fetched plans you make are some of the best. At
least, that's been the rule in my life. I just... had a feeling that all of this was supposed to be, so there ya go. Here we are.
[Truthfully,
even I wasn't entirely convinced immediately after we'd moved that this
was the best course of action. Ha. I love proving everyone - even
myself - wrong.]
Do I love New York more than anything ever? Am
I ready to trade in my Southern citizenship for that of a New
Yorker's? No and no. But at the same time, I know this is exactly
where I need to be at this time in my life. And NYC has spurred an
incredible renaissance in my creative life. I am unbelievably grateful
for that.
This city makes me want to pull my hair out, and yet inspires me so much. Everyday. Often at the same time.
But
what a charmed life I am leading now. [Hatred for my job aside, of
course.] How far we've come in this year. From slumming it next to
squatters in a glorified studio on Avenue C, to a bright, beautiful one
bedroom in a quaint neighborhood on the Upper West Side, less than a
block from Central Park. [I guess you could say we kind of kicked New
York's ass...]
Someday I will tire of my long commute, of the sirens blazing
through the city when I'm trying to sleep, of the hustle and bustle;
someday I'll trade it all in for a big house with a wraparound porch
and easier access to sweet tea, but for now this is perfect.
Happy anniversary New York. [And Goulah.]
