Last week marked my one-year anniversary living in New York City. It’s a testament to how busy I’ve been/how exhausted I’ve been that I haven’t found the time to write about this yet. The side hustles have picked up steam a bit — yes, that’s plural, #NeverStopHustlin — and the full-time job is kicking into high gear. But, it’s all good because it has all been so much fun.
Let’s reflect. Among other achievements…
- I’ve had three very different jobs in three very different industries
- I’ve lived in two apartments in two different neighborhoods
- I’ve just now started getting comfortable with the subway. I largely avoided it as much as possible this past year, walking to and from work and generally walking everywhere, but with this new job comes a new subway ride. I’m getting used to it.
I am also amazed at how much there is left to do. I’m planning my first trip the American Museum of Natural History. I still haven’t been inside Lincoln Center.
Before I moved up here, I told everyone I needed at least one year in this city. Well, obviously I need a little more time, but over the past couple of months, a thought has been gnawing at me Los Angeles. I’m not a West Coast person. I’m strictly East Coast. In fashion, culinary tastes, attitude, preference, everything. But I want to live out there. year. I won’t move tomorrow, but maybe in a couple years.
For now, here’s to one more year in NYC.