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This will always be home

Before I moved, I couldn’t wait to get away from the city. I was so excited for a change of pace in my life, to a slower lifestyle in a slower city. I was ready for something new – a new adventure.

I think I was always homesick for NYC to some degree. When I moved, I knew I had to do it, and I never doubted it was the right decision. It was a growth opportunity, personally and professionally and I know I am so much better for having done it. Living and working upstate was an amazing experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.

Last autumn was a difficult time for my family. It was busy and extremely scary, but we got through it and thankfully, everything is alright now. What made those months even more difficult for me personally, was being so far away from home. In reality, three hours’ drive isn’t terribly far. But when a loved one is ill, it’s difficult to be there when you live and work nearly 200 miles away.

As time went on through the spring, during which there were changes in management and a major shift in editorial direction at work, plus my boyfriend moving home to Long Island for a new job, and simply just missing my family and friends and the city lifestyle, I began looking. I took a chance and went by the phrase, “You never know.” And sure enough, here I am – back home near New York City.

Visiting Manhattan, commuting on the train, driving places I know and love, and readjusting to the city pace of life has truly been a homecoming. It’s stressful, but seeing the city lights, passing the places where I’ve made so many memories over the years, is something I can’t really describe. It’s what my friends upstate all had – they’d grown up there, lived there all their lives. That’s what I wanted back. And now, I have it. Again.

I’ve always been a big fan of traveling, trying new things, visiting new places, and living like a local wherever I go. But there is something so uniquely refreshing about coming home after living and working away. I’m still ‘home away from home,’ but when I step outside my door and walk down the block to the familiar Hudson River, I see the skyline of my favorite city in the distance and I know I’m where I belong.


Life moves at the speed of light

Well, it has been quite some time. It’s been a busy several months, professionally, personally, and romantically, so I haven’t quite had many opportunities to sit and blog, unfortunately. Come the new year, I’m hoping to be able to get back into the swing of it because as any writer knows – it’s necessary. And I miss it.

Work has been keeping me busy and it is still everything I never knew I wanted to do, until now. I’ve met a wonderful group of mentors and peers whom I learn from every day. I’ve made good friends and developed an active social life. Perhaps best of all, I met one person in particular with whom I connected immediately, and five months later, we’re still going strong.

As the year winds down, I’ve been thinking a bit about just how transformative this year has been. I say it every year, but this year it’s truer than ever – I’m ending the year in a radically different place from where I started it. When 2015 started, I’d made some goals for myself, from continuing the path to my dream job to opening my mind to new things and new people. I had known that it was high time to make some changes, and although being away from family and close friends is difficult, I’ve learned that I am capable of making it work.

It’s incredible how taking a chance might lead you to do something you’d never thought you would – and it actually working out in the end. Still, it’s been a year full of ups and downs. But the light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter. 2016, I’m ready for you.

Onward & Upward

When I was in college, I vowed to always say yes to adventures. I tried to go along with unexpected, spur of the moment plans as much as I could because it always led to a good story and a fun, memorable experience.

So when the opportunity to interview for my dream job came up, I couldn’t say no – and I didn’t. It would require me relocating, but after four years of commuting into Manhattan for internships and work, the idea of not having to commute with the masses, deal with crowds of tourists, traffic, stress, transit delays and the list goes on and on, was pretty appealing to say the least.

Several weeks later, I’m officially a resident of the state capital and eager to start my next adventure. I’ve already started bringing some of my belongings three hours north to my new abode. I’m almost completely packed at home, the moving truck is reserved and everything is ready to go.

These changes have been a long time coming, so I couldn’t be happier or more excited that the time is finally almost here. It’s about time I move up in the world, geographically and professionally. New home, new job, new life.

It seems people are generally sympathetic when I tell them I’m leaving the city – “Oh, well, you can always come back in a year.” But the truth is, I couldn’t be more excited to leave. Ironically, I’ve found that there’s not much for me here anymore. This is the city that never sleeps, but it’s not the only city in the state. Or the world. I’ve lived here for my whole life; I’m ready for a change and something new. I’m beyond ready for a change of pace and a change of scenery. Being surrounded by nature instead of buildings, concrete, trash and tourists will be refreshing – literally. New York City will always be where I’m from, but I’m ready to call a new place home.

Only in New York

New York has been getting to me over the past few days. I’m a city girl at heart, but lately the people, the sheer amount of people, the traffic and the transplant mindset of those around me has me a bit frustrated. But lo and behold, I’ve had several of those “only in New York” experiences that make me appreciate the city even more in just the past 24 hours.

Yesterday I ordered a lunch delivery to my corporate office building in midtown, something I do quite frequently. I’ve worked with the same caterer numerous times, so I have come to expect a high standard of service from them, and I always get it. But yesterday was another story.

As usual, the delivery person called me to let me know they had arrived. I picked up the phone and heard, “Delivery. Delivery here.” I asked where they were, whether in the building lobby or in the area on our floor by the service elevator. The person on the other end repeated, “Delivery.” I repeated my question, but no response – they didn’t speak English. After a pause, “Speak Spanish?” In 25 years, I’ve never been asked this question. I replied with the honest truth – “Un poquito.” They then rambled off in such rapid, native Spanish that I couldn’t understand a single word. Luckily, my South American co-worker came walking by so I frantically stopped her in her tracks to ask a favor. They communicated in Spanish and although my co-worker advised that “it’s not a language barrier,” she was able to tell her to come to our company floor to drop off the delivery. Luckily my lunch was delicioso.

Following that experience, this morning as I was walking from the bus stop to the office building around 9:00am, I heard a stereo blasting smooth jazz. It sounded like a car with the windows down. But sure enough, it wasn’t. It was a man on a bicycle with stereo speakers. I had to laugh – because these are the types of things you’d only see in New York City.

New York is brutal, crazy, exciting, overwhelming and uniquely mine. This will always be home.

Making “Lemonade out of Frozen Lemons”

In case you haven’t been watching the news or live under a snow-covered rock, the northeastern United States has been bombarded with snow so far in 2015. Like much of the country, we’ve been coping with some extreme weather: Boston is buried, New York City is crippled and upstate New York is frozen.

The tourism board of Ithaca, N.Y. has thrown up the white flag and is encouraging would-be tourists to visit Florida instead, with a note that visitors should come back when things thaw out. The city’s mayor said that this move was a way of making lemonade out of frozen lemons.

The added bonus is that this wasn’t even a marketing stunt or ad campaign – no one received any monetary pay out. While permission was required to be able to use Key West’s content, the Ithaca team really just wanted to share their dreams of a warmer place.

The screencaps of the homepage message have gone viral, but a visit to Ithaca’s tourism site today shows nothing out of the ordinary. Disappointing.

As a resident of NYC, I can certainly relate to the misery felt by my upstate friends. While we haven’t been as buried as those a few hundred miles north, it’s been weeks of digging out, shoveling walkways and pouring salt on the sidewalk. Summer, please come back soon.