Life in the big city

Written May 22, 2011

Warning: this post is terribly self-indulgent and probably not worth reading.

I'm starting to understand what Baz Luhrmann meant when he said, "Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard."

Moving to New York has been a challenge for me. I'm still amazed when I think back to what my life was like this time last year and everything that has taken place since. I don't think I have given myself enough credit for making bold decisions, nor have I fully realized the world I just stepped into.

I'm really hoping I look back on this post someday (sooner rather than later) and laugh at myself. That being said, here it is:

I'm lonely. I'm tired. I'm terrified to walk anywhere alone. I feel like I can't trust anyone. I feel suffocated by the crowds and lack of personal space. I feel insignificant - like the smallest fish in the biggest pond. People are intimidating. Everything is expensive. Really expensive. I miss my car. I miss my friends. I miss weekends in Chicago. I miss the simplicity and comfort of my former life.

Still, I am learning and growing faster than I could have imagined and I wouldn't trade it for anything.