It took a little longer than planned, but here we are. After nearly half a year of planning, Adam and I have officially moved to New York City! Well, into a two month sublet in New York City, but still! This is a huge thing! And one that was very very stressful for me.
Those of you who know me well know that transitions are not my strong suit. In fact, they are my weakest suit, and by far. They skeeve me out, throw off my sleep cycle for weeks, and usually overwhelm me to the point of tears several times over their duration. Needless to say, moving to and from Pittsburgh throughout college was quite the shitshow. So it comes as no surprise that trying to secure a sublet in this lightning fast housing market was a full-on nightmare. I convinced myself that we wouldn’t get the one we wanted right up until the papers were signed. I was literally counting down the hours till we met to put it in ink, even after the very nice letter had already assured us that we would have the space.
The whole ordeal had me tense beyond measure, not to mention the fact that neither Adam nor I have a stable 9 - 5 vocation at the moment. And that New York is so expensive. And so huge. And that the jobs we really want are so hard to get. But I successfully put all of that stress and future-fear into a box and made the leap. Because really, this is where I want to be. And when has anything worth having not been scary, right? Plus I really can’t wait to reconnect with all of my city friends, that’s going to be so soul-satisfying.
I think it’s safe to say that this was my biggest yes yet. We’ll have to see if I can keep my momentum into April and get something really exciting in the books!