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Leaving NYC

I have to confess that I got a little teary-eyed the morning I left NYC.

Once the movers came and packed up almost everything I own in their truck, my parents, my aunt and my landlord (yep, that’s right!) all went to Bark for my last meal in Brooklyn.

My go-to meal: A chili-cheese dog, disco fries and a root beer.

My go-to and last meal: A chili-cheese dog, disco fries and a root beer.

While some people have their neighborhood bars where everyone knows their name, I had a neighborhood hot dog restaurant. I visited/made them deliver probably at least once a week while I lived there. And before I got cable, I’d go to watch UNC basketball games. (Brandon, the co-owner, happens to be a UNC fan who I became friends with.)

It’s definitely on the Top 3 list of things I’ll miss about living in New York.

Coming home to an empty apartment was also tough. That apartment had been my home for the past 3.5 years. My cats didn’t like it much either. All of the furniture and sleeping places had been packed up.

The toughest part was loading up the car and looking over the apartment one last time Saturday before driving away. I know I’ve said this before, but it was the end of a chapter I thought would last much longer. (Of course, I know I made the right decision to leave on my own terms though.)

So thank you, New York, for our time together. There were a lot of firsts and a lot of good times, but it’s time to move on.

Did you all ever have a change of dreams? Was it tough for you?

Two Weeks Notice

It’s hard to imagine that this time next week I’ll be back in North Carolina. Suddenly everything seems rushed, and I’m getting a little nervous. Is moving back to NC the right choice? Am I crazy to leave NYC behind? Will I ever see my friends here again? Will I make new ones down there?

When I really think about it though, I know this is the right choice for me. And I know it’s easy to get cold feet when I’m just hanging out having fun in the city instead of schlepping back and forth to work for 9ish-hour five days a week. Who wouldn’t enjoy it? But this can’t last. I’ll need to find a job sooner or later to pay for all the fun I’m having now. (Or a rich husband… just saying.) And I believe that I’ll be happier down South where the sun shines longer and hotter.

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t things I won’t miss about the city. I’ll miss my friends and days like today  (which included a boozy brunch, window shopping and fro-yo). I’ll miss having my food delivered (which is a very lazy habit I’ve developed, but there is nowhere else in the United States that delivers basically anything you want. Did you know my regular sushi joint is literally right around the corner from me? Pure blissful laziness.) I’ll miss the variety of cuisines available in the city. I’ll miss never having to worry about drinking and driving. I’ll miss Broadway shows, ballets and operas. And I’ll miss the buzz of the city that sometimes catches me when I’m walking down the street and makes me smile.

It’s tough closing this chapter since it was a dream for so long. It took a long time for me to understand that I wasn’t a failure, that what I thought I wanted wasn’t what I wanted at all. And sometimes those thoughts still surface.

BUT…on January 2, I committed to the decision to leave instead of complaining about how miserable I was and wavering back and forth about when it’d be the “right time.” And I’m so glad I did because now I can just move forward. The sense of not knowing what’s coming next is still scary, but also kind of exciting. Not to get all cliche on you all, but… “Today is where your book begins, The rest is still unwritten.”