I should probably put my life in context for my readers, right? So when I start talking about my old lady shopping cart, Nanatori sushi and "the R" in future posts, I make some kind of sense.
I moved to Brooklyn last November after being offered a job with an amazing nonprofit organization based here in the city. Four weeks after accepting the position, I wrapped up my year-long internship and made three roads trip to NYC in a mere two weeks to find and move into my apartment. It was stressful. It was overwhelming. It was...crazy. I barely had time to say my goodbyes to family and friends, and was a ticking time bomb of limited sleep, stress eating and emotional outbursts. But I got here. And I'm happy. And as I sit in my comfortable, albeit noisy, apartment, I realize how fortunate I am to have this experience. When they say "if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere," listen...they are not joking. New York isn't for the faint of heart and there have been challenges. But overall, I'm very excited to be here. I feel like I'm on journey and have no clue of the ending.
But the truth is, I wasn't the only person who sacrificed sleep and sanity to get me here. My parents and boyfriend, "T" (who moved here with me), did more than I could ever ask, and for that I am eternally grateful. I'd say Mom and Dad are doing a good job of avoiding the nursing home as they get older. And now T always has someone to always help fold his laundry. What a lucky bunch, they are. :)
If someone had told me I'd be living in NYC a year ago, I'm not sure I would've believed them. Having studied journalism as an undergraduate, I think that was always a dream (hello, Magazine Mecca), but I had no idea what path would lead me here. And I have no idea of all the opportunities that lie ahead of me. Except that I know that they're there. And that I have to make the most of them.
