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.]
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