As Sinatra famously sang- “I’m gonna make a brand new start of it, in Old New York”…
Progressions in my personal dreams and relationships have finally convinced me that it’s now or never to make the big hop to the other coast. Since I was a little girl, my mother used to take me on weekend trips to New York City- where we would shop all day, dress up for Broadway shows, and explore the streets of the famed city. It was always the epitome of glamour and center of excitement; and when I was there I knew that I was a part of something. I went to college in upstate New York to get closer to the action and lived in dorms and apartment buildings in manhattan the summers, interning for famous designers, taking amazing dance classes and living the dream. But something happened after I graduated- the real world grind of making money and practicality set in and I abandoned New York for the amazing (and no less interesting!) San Francisco.
Don’t get me wrong- I now love San Francisco and will always consider it my home. There is nothing like this city. Some of the best food, creativity and inspiration lives within the Bay Area, not to mention world class wine tasting, skiing, and relaxation. I will miss my breezy saturday mornings spent at the Ferry Building Farmer’s market, and my hometown dance studio that has accepted me as a teacher and family despite formal training. Of course I will miss my family that is constantly growing, and my good friends- both old ones from childhood and new ones from work. San Francisco is the ultimate melting pot of tastes and ideas, and I have found myself defending it’s unparalled honor to many a New Yawker over the years.
However, the opportunity to move to the big apple has once again presented myself, and this time I am ready to exploit it. Of course I am scared of failing, as there is so much potential for everything that I love in New York. I am afraid of being not only a small, but insignificant fish in a large sea. Of not getting my dream job. Of not being happy. And of course, of being cold (Let’s be real). I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared- but I’ve realized that being scared and failing is better than not doing anything at all. I may not be able to recognize my former dreams of being a big time designer or dancer, but maybe this time around I won’t be afraid to try. As Elbert Hubbard said (who?)- “There is no failure except in no longer trying.”
As I head to New York, prepare for me to take you through it every step of the way. From finding an apartment (I’m open to recommendations!) and a job (that too!), to finding my place in that ocean of a city, I am hoping to have your support with me every step of the way. This is not going to be easy- I’m sure there will be tears of both joy and excitement- but in the end, I as well as this blog, will be much better because of it. It is not goodbye to my Beloved San Francisco, but Hello to another adventure in New York.
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere!
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