Guys, do you Timehop? I’ve gone on and off the Timehop sauce, but over the past few months, Ashley has texted me a number of gems, and, well, I had to sign back up. (If you’re not familiar with Timehop, it’s an app that connects to your social media accounts and sends you what you were doing on that day x years ago.)
Yesterday, it sent me notifications about friends who’d posted on my wall asking how my big move went.
For those of you who don’t know, I went to school at American University in D.C. and stayed there for three years after I graduated. I’d never been crazy about D.C., had always compared it to NYC, and it had always fallen short. My last six months or so in D.C., I was really unhappy and decided it was time to head off to NYC.
I packed up my stuff, sobbed hysterically for a good hour from memories and fear of leaving the familiar, and drove up to NJ with my mom and my sweet little Bailey.
Why yes, he does have a car harness, thank you for asking.
I had no idea what would await me but I was hopeful for the future.
There have been some amazing highs and some devastating lows over the past seven years in NYC, but the highs far outnumber the lows.
I’ve built a life I’m proud of and found some amazing people to include in it along the way.
This city will chew you up and spit you out if you let it, but I won’t let it.