Hey --
So I am fresh off of my first moving-related crying jag. And it was a doozy. With the exception of the still-irritating Financial Aid office, everything is really falling into place for school. I've got my money in place, I've started doing all of the reading for the program, I've been in touch with my upcoming schoolmates and I am thrilled to be starting on this adventure. But the tightness in my heart finally overwhelmed me this morning, and I gave into the tears. For a solid hour.
Let me say that this fit of emotion in no way means that I don't want to go. It's just that, as everything comes so quickly into place, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed and a little like I'm leaving pieces of heart behind. Living in NYC for the past three years has been the happiest time in my young life. This is the place where I found myself. This is where I really grew into myself, I suppose... Spending my mid-20s in New York City was absolutely the right choice for me. Before I moved here, I felt like I was foundering. I could have done a lot of easier, safer, more financially sound things with my life. I could have kept my stable, "real" job (which I was great at!), married a nice guy and had a very quiet safe life. But that's so not me. With the help of my parents, who deserve a million shoutouts for their constant love and encouragement, I realized that I needed a change,and I came to the Big Apple in search of something, and I found it. I found myself.
And now, I'm ready for a new adventure. I really, really am. I'm excited to be moving onto something new, something unknown. But a little part of me will always be here in New York City, and that part of me is putting up a fight, as my departure date gets closer and closer. Sigh.
--That Girl
