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As of today, I am moving in five weeks out of California and into New York City. Specifically, Brooklyn. More specifically, Bushwick, Greenpoint, or Park Slope…which I think negates the “more specifically” part of this sentence. I’ve found a pretty wonderful lead for an apartment in Park Slope, but who knows as of yet. It’s not even May yet (though for me, 37 days is not even enough time to plan a road trip…let alone a move across the country).
Also as of today, I am scared shitless.
Recently, I was putting away clothes from the laundry and then stopped at a shirt I almost never wear. I decided I should just put it in a “discard” pile of things I’ll either sell or give away before I leave. And then it hit me: I have to get rid of almost everything, which means I’ll have nothing left here, which means I’m actually leaving permanently (or, at least for a few years).
So today, I ended up starting the process of thinning my closet out. For anybody who’s seen my closet, you know that it’s rather enormous and incredibly packed (as well as color-coded!). I’ve accumulated an absurd amount of stuff in California because I:
(1)tend to just do that in general
(2)thought I’d be living here or in the Bay Area for the next decade or so.
I had zero plans of moving to NY until I was at least 30. ”Too crowded” or “too smoggy” (lolLA) or “too expensive,” I’d say. And lo and behold…I’ll be there in a little over a month. Fuckmuffins. I have nothing else to do besides pack up/sell/give away my shit and go. Ya voy.
New York at Night by Paul B. Haviland
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep.
Source: whenyourise
Something I actually really like about myself is that, in spite of my neurotic pessimism—which causes me to (1)usually see the worst in things (2)usually make decisions based on “the worst”—I nevertheless have that youthful exuberance that people in their early twenties often have. It’s the “I can go anywhere” attitude, which I’m so glad I haven’t lost yet.
Don’t get me wrong—I don’t have the “I can do anything!” attitude that, in regards to sane, reasonable people, only sticks around for the first 12-15 years of your life. But I do feel like I can still go anywhere and there are loads of possibilities.
It’s the sort of mode of thinking that older people always disapprove of or look down on or, occasionally, find adorable. I’m okay with seeming like a naive 22-year-old if it means that I’ll still be positive enough to retain my ambition. I don’t want to be stuck somewhere, feeling like I could’ve done more to be somewhere else. I don’t want to hit 30 and suddenly realize I didn’t go any of the places I wanted to go or never lived in any of the cities I wanted to inhabit. Hell nah.
Anyways, my considerations at the moment:
- San Francisco - I love the Bay Area for so many reasons. It’s gorgeous, has great public transportation, and even though it’s rainier than its southern counterpart, it’s still got the better weather (IMO).
- New York City - Each time I’ve visited in the past few years, I’ve fallen more in love. Syracuse, where I’m from, is pretty effing dull so I sort of decided never to move back to the east coast a while back…but now I’m debating it. Plus, no driving. And that is the best thing ever.
- Shanghai - I can teach English there, see another continent (finally), and learn as much Mandarin as possible. Hopefully, my hair will make me get mistaken for an anime character imitator.
- Vancouver - I dig Canada in a million ways. Plus, hopefully I could get into their film scene.
- Southern California - If I stay here, I won’t have to do any big moves, I have lots of friends here, and the weather is damn fly.
- Boise - One of my close friends lives there and said I could crash until I find a place if I so choose to stay. Plus, I could enjoy a quieter city that costs WAY less than everywhere else on my list.
- Chicago - Because…fuck it, this place sounds wonderful and I’ve never lived in a place that’s not on a coast.
Any other ideas? Thoughts?
Yours Bluely
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