Welcome to New York

I don’t know if it’s the energy of the city or just the excessive amounts of coffee I consume on a daily basis, but lately I’ve felt inspired to express the deluge of thoughts whirring in my head in a creative way, so here we are. Let’s start with the building blocks of who I am:

  • Early 30s
  • Work in Human Resources
  • Went to the University of South Carolina. Twice. BA in Poli Sci and MBA, Go Cocks!
  • Lived in Columbia, SC for my entire life, until I didn’t anymore
  • Worked for the same company for 10 years before moving, but those damn millennials, right?
  • INFJ – if you’re into that sort of thing, and you should be
  • #1 Swiftie; please see blog post title
  • Foodie; often a quality at odds with my desire to eat more healthily
  • Coffee amorist; see also: basic af pumpkin spice latte loving bitch
  • Social Justice warrior; fight me. PLEASE.
  • Shoe aficionado; and oh, do I love a shoe sale
  • The Hills was the best reality show of our generation. #TeamLauren.
  • Recently relocated to New York

But why New York?  I wish the answer was as simple as the question. New York has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember dreaming. It was such an incredibly odd feeling through those years to feel homesick for a place in which I had never lived. When I told people I was finally making it happen I got a lot of questions from people eager to understand how I could be so sure of something so seemingly daunting. Those questions actually helped me understand it as well, so I’ll share some of them here:

Q1 – But in Columbia you’re a big fish in a small pond, you literally know people everywhere you go. Do you really just want to be a small fish in a giant ocean?

Yes, actually. For a long time I did feel like that big fish in a relatively small pond, but the fact of the matter is I actually began to feel like a big fish in a tabletop fishbowl, just circling around in the same direction constantly, always seeing the same things in the same way to the same soundtrack stuck on repeat.

Q2 – Ok, but aren’t you afraid of moving somewhere new, starting a new job, and not knowing anyone?

Not really? I suppose this is a reasonably frightening thing to most people, but of all the emotions that I processed and/or tucked away in a box for a rainy day, fear wasn’t one of them. To me this represented an opportunity for self discovery, reinvention, adventure, and the most genuinely exciting thing I have ever done for myself.

Q3 – Isn’t everything SUPER expensive in New York?

No. Absolutely not. Apartments are expensive, but eliminate your car payment, car taxes, car insurance, and gas costs and then double your salary. Doesn’t sound so expensive now does it? What else costs more here? Some restaurants I guess, but I also found a deli on the block my office is on where I can get a great lunch for under $10, and that’s not the exception – they’re everywhere. And while I’m at it, you should also consider that most manufactured goods have their prices set by the manufacturer. In other words, a new iPhone or vacuum or InstantPot all cost the same no matter where you buy them, but the financial impact of purchasing them is much smaller here where the same job pays much more.

Q4 – Where are you going to live?

Idk…I’m still looking, but I’ve got a nice temporary home in New Jersey to ride out the summer rent wave. Know of any 1 bedrooms? Message me!

Q5 – When are you coming home?

Well, I’ll be in Columbia for Thanksgiving, but as far as I’m concerned, and until further notice, I AM home.


“Welcome to New York. It’s a new soundtrack.

I could dance to this beat forevermore”

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