Two Years Later
It’s now been two years since I left NYC.
I wrote a post on this day last year, and want to keep reflecting.
Being from the “New York Metropolitan area”, living in NYC was my wish come true.
I was excited to move to New Zealand, but leaving close friends from middle school, high school, college and the start of my career was hard.
But if I hadn’t taken flight and made the big move, I certainly wouldn’t be the person I am today.
People say to me/ask all the time:
“I could never do that!”
“How did you do that?”
“Did you really want to do that?”
“What was it like?”
You can.
I took a chance.
Fuck yes.
Amazing!
Three weeks ago, I moved to Australia.
Right before I left, a close friend asked me, in concern, if I really wanted to make the move, and if it was easy.
I told her the truth: it hasn’t always been easy, but it’s been amazing and the best way to get to know myself and strengthen my friendships and romantic relationship.
In the past two years, I’ve moved across the world twice, started new jobs, been laid off, made new friends, lost touch with old friends, and continued to travel.
I’ve embraced the spirit of the dragon thus far in 2012, and am continuing to focus on work that inspires me, doing more acting and writing and learning everything that I can.
I still love New York, and it will always be home, but I am thankful for the opportunity to see much more.
