A few years ago I went to see a psychic, just for giggles. He told me I would one day live and work in New York City in the media industry and I laughed in his face. I hated New York City both times I visited. I hated how fast it moved, I hated how hostile it seemed, I hated how I felt like a fish out of water the entire time. Why on earth would I ever move somewhere I hated?! He must be crazy.
I just moved to NYC. To work in media.
Life really has a funny way of taking your plans and turning them on their head. I planned to move to Boston; a city I fell in love with every time I visited. I loved how walkable it is. I loved how friendly the people were. I loved how I immediately felt at home there. I had it all planned and researched. I already felt like a Bostonian, I already bought Red Sox and Bruins shirts for my little nephews and I already contacted a bunch of Boston bloggers to create my new network.
So, why did I move to the city I hated and not the city I loved? Life. I asked life for Boston and for some reason it gave me New York City. I don’t know why but that’s how things have panned out. So far, I’ve moved into my apartment in Brooklyn and I’m still figuring things out. I have the sweetest, friendliest roommate and I’m slowly settling in and trying to make it feel like home. I’m scared and excited and anxious and nervous and have no idea how I’ll adjust to living in the city that never sleeps. I love sleeping. But, they say life begins at the end of your comfort zone so I’m sucking up my fear and embracing this new adventure with everything I’ve got. Let’s see how it unfolds..!