Last night, I was visiting with my friend from Japan and realized today is my 6 year anniversary of surviving insane-but-beautiful-NYC!!! Please feel free to congratulate me and make me feel good. Thanks!
One Saturday night, I went for a walk for about 3 hours without going anywhere in particular.
When things are not going the way I want them to be, I sometimes find myself questioning why I stay here. It’s hard to feel I belong here. I remember on the way back from my trip to Japan in January, the first time since I moved, I felt as if I was losing a real reason to come back to NY, leaving all my family, close friends, and work opportunities behind.
So, I decided to walk around my favorite neighborhoods alone to see if it would do me any good.
I like the energy of the city at night. Most people are out to have fun. All I did in that 3 hours was watching those happy people and donating a few bucks to the unfortunate on the street.
It actually worked. It lifted my spirit up and reminded me of my love for this crazy city and most importantly, people to come back to. Life in NYC is hard. It’s fast. It’s expensive. It takes a lot of patience to achieve what you originally came here for, that is, if you ever do.
I have nothing to complain regarding the life I’ve chosen, but sometimes it feels good to just admit and say out loud that it’s freaking hard. And it helps to get out to absorb the vibe of fellow New Yorkers, who are all in this together.