A young couple seeks advice. They have so much talent but don’t know what trade to utilize it in, they feel ready to go anywhere while they don’t have any responsibilities yet, they just want to feel like they are doing something useful with their lives. “Go where the money is,” someone tells them. “Go where you’re happy, the job will follow,” another suggests. “Just go!” says a sibling.
After a 6-month holding pattern, the young couple is taking their first steps toward their future. Luckily the footprints are still fresh to lead them back to where they came from. Wait… what?!
You heard it. We’re going back to NYC. I never thought I’d utter those words again after disowning the big apple that turned my life into applesauce. I know I’ve said that this life Zane and I are living is often like a roller coaster, each day brings a new dip or turn. What I failed to realize was that when riding a roller coaster, you end up where you started your ride. Sure, it’s the same location, but this time I know what to expect. I know now that the steep crawl uphill doesn’t lead to me being on top of the world, it’s just the beginning to a long series of crazy twists and turns that hopefully are looked at as exciting and not terrifying. Maybe this round I’ll cry a little less.
This time I am not packing a bag and boarding a bus all by myself. My mom will still cry, but not at the new exciting world her little girl is setting off into but at the scary world she’s heard her little girl cry about over the phone for two years beforehand. I won’t crash on a couch for months, pssh like this apartment could fit a couch! I won’t have gone to school with my new roommate and considered him a friend; this one is a complete stranger who I’ve assured my dad will not kill me. I hope. On the positive side, this time I have a loyal partner who I trust and know will not let me down. Maybe all these differences, though scary, are a good thing. A little criticism of the city of dreams might take that hopeful spark and dull it a little, but that just means the joys that come from being back will feel that much grander.
I have learned lots from my first leg in NYC a mere 2 years ago. I know to make sure my boyfriend who wants to move with me plans to actually get a job. And keep it. I know to not hate on my new guy friend’s girlfriend because even though they may not be the best for each other, she will end up being one of my best girl friends and he will later introduce me to the man who was made to handle all that is Julie. I know that a job like Starbucks could bring more joy to my soul than a job connected to my college degree. Most importantly, I know now that MetroCards I find on the ground are not lost cards that people have dropped, but trash that should not be picked up and put in my wallet to be checked at a later date.
Hey, it’s just for two months, right? Maybe it works that way. The first time I went in forcing it to work out at every struggle, making a promise to myself not to give up. I thought it was an indefinite relocation. This time, I just shrug off issues, let the stress of NY roll off my back since who cares? It’s just two months. Watch, this time it’s gonna work and I’ll find what makes my soul satiated. I hope. But I also know that if it doesn’t, something better will come along. I’ll just enjoy the journey in the meantime.
EDITORS NOTE:
We have since packed, moved, brought everything up 5 flights of stairs, and unpacked. The place is great and Day One is well underway!
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