There was a time not so long ago that the idea of people willingly leaving New York would have been considered nothing short of crazy talk. Leaving is hard because staying in New York feels like a necessity, but you realize it has and always was only a choice. And now it’s time for my return to the city that not only gave me so much hell but shaped me to be who I am. Even if only for the weekend, it makes you think what two small years in New York can teach you…
Nothing is ever how you see it. New York has the glam that draws a million people to it. But the real beauty is distorted. You have to be patient to see its true colors and you learn not to run to something just because you think it looks beautiful on the surface because underneath there is so much more.
Invent a character for yourself. In New York you will try new food and clothes, new friends, and make a name for yourself no matter how big or small. It’s your chance to start over and become who you want to be. Let go of the things that bring you down because the way you let New York City shape you will last you a lifetime and it will radiate through.
You have to allow yourself to be loved. No one is nice in New York is crap. No one is willing to put up with your bullshit is much more accurate. It’s true that at times you will feel lonely and unloved because the city can get in your head but you learn really quickly how to let losers go and let the lovers, no matter in which form them come, stay.
Cherish memories. No matter the suffering. Because New York will make you work… but at the end of the day (or two years, who’s counting?) you will end up on top with a million things to look back to that will make you smile, even on your worst days. So spend a bit more for the experiences no matter how broke, because that won’t change, but your memories will.
Don’t get attached (especially to your thoughts). It’s addicting and letting go is really hard but the key is to never fall in love with material things – those boots will get destroyed and you will leave your apartment the next year given the 15% spike in rent so don’t even think about falling in love with your neighborhood.
And unlike me, for those who choose to stay and fight and struggle and suffer and live in the distorted reality, the beautiful reality is life in New York.
I’ll always love you NY damaged and all… I’ll just love Texas a schmidt bit more,
OH and PS: just in case you were wondering, this is what my mom thinks Statue of Liberty looks like y’all. Not to mention the word was Rush Hour and it ended at Witch. Like what. #GameNightSuccess