Today is my last day in LA, and I must admit I’m a bit sad about it. Since I have been here (since November!) I accumulated a little life. I first came here just for the holiday season, that rolled into going to the GRAMMYs, which rolled into seeing my doctor, going upstate to see my college BFF, and that finally rolled into going to SXSW. And here we are. I have to pack up all my things, ship some things back to NYC (finally, I’m able to pull my Wii from the hard cold hands of my little brother!) and get going.
I thought I was mentally and emotionally prepared to go until it came time to pack up my things. Now it’s like that time I moved to NYC last year: I know I’ll be coming back to LA, but I don’t know when?
It’s not as if I’m not looking forward to living in NYC. I miss my friends, I miss the City, I miss my roommate, I miss my bed. But I know when I get to NYC I’ll look back at LA and I’ll miss my car, I’ll miss my family, I’ll miss the beach weather, I’ll miss all the clean and orderly Target stores.
I just feel a bit torn, and I guess living bicoastally has me feeling torn, constantly. Cue Natalie Imbruglia.
No sense in dwelling on it though. Just gotta do it and see what happens next!
I finally decided to make the move to New York. I know I have spent some time here lamenting about a move to NYC. I’ve been toying with the idea for over a year now, but I never really created a plan because I was scared (I don’t like change). I slowly relieved myself of Los Angeles responsibilities (finished school, quit a job I was tethered to), stacked my chips, and all that was left was apartment hunting. I was putting off apartment hunting month after month, mostly because I was so busy. Like the other doors that have opened in my life, this one sort of just opened up on its own. All I did was casually mention to someone I was thinking about apartment hunting in NYC, and then the next week I was meeting my potential roommate and checking out my potential Manhattan apartment. I’ve learned that when opportunities open up this way for me, it’s usually a sign that that’s where I need to go next.
I gave myself 6 months to see how it goes, and if I like it? I will stay. If not, I can always move back to LA, or to a different city. Some have asked me why am I moving to NYC. My answer: because I can. My business/work is virtual. I like NYC a lot. And I have great friends there. I figure I can do it while I am young and untethered to a family. Besides, I have always wanted to be bi-coastal, here is my chance to step up and give it a try.
I start paying rent February 1st. I have yet to pack a box to ship over to Manhattan, but I did buy some boxes today. That has to count for something. My apartment is very…quaint, and in a good location. I plan on painting my bedroom walls, as I want to make it a creative and personal space. I am excited to go furniture and interior design shopping. I just need to make sure I stay on task with getting it done.
Any suggestions on where to get a good deal on mattresses in NYC would be most appreciated!