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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.

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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.

Life of Leaving Home

When we were younger, my siblings and I would occasionally sleep over at our grandmother’s house in Brooklyn. She was our designated babysitter when my parents went out of town or had events to go to when they wouldn’t be home until late. My sister and I slept in our mother’s old bedroom and my brother slept in our uncle’s bedroom. My mom’s bedroom had two big windows overlooking busy Quentin Road, which had traffic on it at all hours of the night. Late at night when we’d be drifting off to sleep, we’d hear the cars and trucks go by. To this day, the whooshing sound of cars driving past brings comfort and reminds me of spending time at my grandmother’s house.

Although my new building is not directly on a main road, it is directly off of one. At night, I hear the rush of cars going by. There aren’t nearly as many cars as there were in Brooklyn, but leave it to the girl from New York City to be oddly comforted by the sound of a moving vehicle.

After finally finishing unpacking, going grocery shopping and decorating, I’m pretty much settled in to my new place. Two months ago, I couldn’t believe what I was doing, merely because I knew my decision would alter the course of my life. And after spending about 24 hours at home, I couldn’t be happier that I no longer live there.

I have been reading an old textbook – actually more of a handbook – from college, studying and refreshing my memory for my new job. After spending a long time contemplating different career paths in the big city and debating whether I wanted a place of my own in the city or not, it’s so refreshing and surreal that I’m beginning my career doing what I love in a place away from where I grew up, and leading to the future I’ve always dreamed of.

“I am awake and alive. There is something calling me. More than a moment in time, it’s a life of leaving home.”

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.