Dear fans and people who ended up here by mistake,
I’m leaving New York.
You probably expect me to follow that with a sentence telling you where I’m going, but I’m not entirely sure.
I’ve known for a while that New York wasn’t working for me. I love this city to pieces. I never took for granted how accessible everything is in New York. I could high-five Stephen Colbert and Jimmy Fallon or stop by a Broadway lottery after work to score cheap tickets. I could eat dinner next to Bobby Flay and take any class I wanted.
But it’s time for me to go. I’ve been longing for some place less crowded. I’ve literally been dreaming about living among the mountains again.
Finally, I decided to follow the signs. My job here is wrapping up anyway. Plus, a friend offered me a place to live. My sister and brother-in-law gave me a car. I picked up some freelance work. My body is reacting to stress and telling me it doesn’t want to be here anymore.
But mostly it’s in my heart. I’ve twice now woken up, thinking, “I’m so glad I’m not in New York,” only to realize I AM in New York. I will be forever grateful for the time I spent here. I made wonderful friends I will love for always. In the uncomfortable, I learned to be myself and follow my own instincts.
But it’s time for me to see what’s next. I need to trust myself and follow my passions. For now, at least, I want to surround myself with people I love. I’m looking forward to spending a week with my family, just in time for the Minnesota State Fair AKA the best time to be in the Twin Cities. I want to play Auntie Candace to my littlest niece and nephew.
Then I’m going to Seattle for a few months to reconnect with friends, feel the light rain on my face while I run, sit with friends on the beach at sundown and write a book or two.
New York will forever be a part of my story. I’ll count it among my homes, even long after it forgets about me.
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.