This summer marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I’d just made the difficult decision to leave NYC to spend the summer with family in Florida before moving back to Los Angeles in the Fall. While the decision to leave the city wasn’t easy, everything that followed was. I felt like I’d been given an opportunity for a fresh start and decided that I needed to dress accordingly. Continue reading
Can you guess which was the most common reaction from people after finding out that I was moving from LA to NYC?
A) “Oh great! NYC is the best city in the world!”
B) “Good for you! If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere!”
C) “Good luck during winter.”
If you guessed A or B, you probably spend November through March near the equator because NO ONE WHO LIVES UP NORTH WOULD HAVE GUESSED A OR B!!
Sorry, I don’t mean to yell, but the FREEZING COLD has me Paris Gellar-cranky.
It is as though the only reason we feel overwhelmed by the tangled webs we weave is because we are ignoring the direction this voice is quietly giving us.
While I know that this advice often comes from a good place, I disagree with the idea that knowing which way to go is as simple as waiting for a clear “do this” or “don’t do that” from within.
The initial excitement was soon met by extreme anxiety, fear, and sadness as I packed up everything I owned, sold my car, quit my job, and said “Goodbye for now” to my closest friends. I made the choice to move across the country to pursue my dream of hosting a morning television show like Good Morning America and although it was hard, I knew it was the right choice.
I arrived on cloud nine and a head spinning concoction of drive and delusion. What and who I left behind was a (temporarily) distant memory and I couldn’t take in New York City fast enough. I would get up in the morning, put on one of my brand new outfits and go explore. Every building I saw–every park, every hot dog stand, piece of art, and enraged taxi driver–made me smile at the New York-ness of it all. During that summer, I walked the entire island, and parts of Brooklyn too. I would come home in the evening saturated with the sights, sounds, spirit of New York City. I felt so alive.
This feeling continued as I began writing for the Observer. I couldn’t believe I was able to go to this amazing office, interview people, and publish my writing! It was and continues to be a dream come true. During this time I was also in school online, and continued managing my YouTube channel. I couldn’t believe it, I was here and I was really doing it.
After about three months of this new life in New York City, it–so predictably–became too much.