If you make it here, you can … go somewhere else and make it there, too. Somewhere on the N line between Brooklyn and the Flatiron district this weekend, some friends and I were talking about how this is a temporary stop. That seems to be the norm for the folks I roll with. New York is a stopping place. A bucket list item to cross off. A dream come true. A diversion.
When I told him I was moving here, my uncle, who lived in the city for decades and left recently, told me I should “Come, experience the city, enjoy, but leave when it’s time to leave.” He said I’d just know when it was time.
It’s not time yet. I’ve put different made-up timelines on it. When I was packing up in Seattle, I said a year. After Christmas 2012, maybe. I need to experience Christmas in the city, right? Maybe even New Year’s. Plus, my program at NYU goes through December. Then I said I’m going to stay until I cross everything off my wish list, and “Book of Mormon” tickets are quite elusive, so that might take a while.
But the truth is, I don’t know how long it will be. Maybe I’ll get a cool magazine job and want to stay a while longer. Maybe I’ll finally commit to grad school. That’ll take some time. And even when I do leave, I don’t know where I’ll be going. I want to keep any option open. The only thing I know with certainty is that when I do leave the city, I am going to miss bagels and Broadway so much.
So while I’m here, I’m going to take Uncle Dan’s advice and experience and enjoy. And if I have to leave before seeing the Thanksgiving Day Parade, I’ll take comfort in knowing I enjoyed a whole lotta pizza and bagels while I made it here.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.