They say it takes 10 years to become a real New Yorker. Well, I’m half way there as of Sunday.
I have managed to survive New York for 5 years, and honestly, I don’t know where the time went. Sometimes it feels like I’ve lived here for a lifetime, and sometimes it feels like I just arrived. I’ve lived in Brooklyn, Roosevelt Island, and Astoria – want to guess which one was creepiest?
I’ve definitely had my highs and lows in the past 5 years. I started out in an over-priced apartment in Brooklyn while I got my masters from a great program that I thought would help to launch my career. It probably could have (it did for many of my classmates), but I got shot down for a job that I wanted and took it too personally. I let it destroy my self-confidence, and it led to almost of year of unemployment. Obviously not a highlight of my time here. Unfortunately, my unemployed status coincided with my stint on Roosevelt Island, living with anti-social people whom I was not friends with. Needless to say, it was a lonely, depressing time for me. Despite that fact, I’m grateful for the experience of my masters program. I loved every moment of it and learned so much. Plus, it was the catalyst for my entrance to New York.
After that, I managed to get a babysitting job and a sublet in my current apartment, which led to a permanent apartment in Astoria with roommates who took me into their home and their lives. I also found an internship with a group of artists that has led to some of my most important friendships in New York. Over the past 3 years, I’ve had several jobs, built up my friendships, and found love. I’ve also been given
one 2 cats by former roommates looking to pawn them off.
I was really lost when I came to NYC, and though I have not found my path in all aspects of my life, I have faith that I’m getting there. Hopefully.
Happy 5 Years to Me!