Who has been the worst at posting since moving to NYC? This girl!
I've started and stopped so many posts in the last few weeks. I have all of these experiences, ideas and lessons learned all jumbled in my brain. I've lived in NYC for seven weeks now. Count 'em. And in those seven weeks, I've learned more about what it's like to be an adult than I certainly care to share, which is why there's been an incredible hold up on sharing. Things have been tough. But I am a tough cookie.
Some days, I sit at my computer and just write. Inspired by the people I see, the things I smell, the experiences I feel. I am an adult now-- living on my own (sorta, thanks mom & dad) and getting a first-hand glance at what it's like to not be in school and to not have complete structure in my life.
...okay, okay...enough of the vague commentary...
So I moved up to the big city to conquer the world and to begin a new chapter away from North Carolina. To experience life in a different setting, one that would forever challenge me and encourage me to try new things, foods and make new friends. The latter being the most challenging.
After about four weeks of living here and working from my apartment, I openly decided that something needed to change. So I left my job and decided to look for a new one. I simply wasn't happy to not be around people. Gah, I miss(ed) people. I am surrounded by them 24/7, but it's... different. From sitting incredibly too close to someone on the subway to walking through crowded, tiny aisles at the grocery store, people are just everywhere. But connections are few and far between. I will admit, it's the hardest part of living in such a large place-- the moving here without knowing anyone (minus the roommates)-- is challenging and I'm trying to figure out the best way to get around it.
Thus I begin the journey of looking for a new job. A journey that about killed me when I got out of school in May, but I know in my heart that I made the right decision to leave. And I am happier. Happiness is the most important thing because life is incredibly too short to not enjoy what you're doing.
Bravery and courage are just a few things I've learned. How to have the courage to be independent. How to be brave to decide that what's going on in your life is just not something you want to be a part of any longer. How to have the courage to ask friends to support you during what's proven to be a tough transition. Many tears, but strength from those tears.
I digress, as not to be negative.
Tomorrow I begin a part-time job at a local cupcake shop. Excited to learn how to be a barista AND bake incredibly delicious sweets, I'm hoping to learn a few things. Most importantly, I'm excited to be around people and interact with the community, something for which I am passionate. Sometimes courage is as easy as walking into a bakery and asking for an application when everything else seems to be difficult.
Christmas is just a few short days away and this enthusiastic holiday lover has made her rounds in the city to see all the attractions. The air is becoming crisper and I know the man in the big red suit will be visiting this girl in Boone, NC very soon.
More tomorrow on holiday traditions and how we're spicing it up this year.
Remember, happiness is a choice. let your love fly.
Best,
Carrie
