OPERATION #ExitNYC: T-3 Weeks
Sometimes my approaching departure feels like an escape but I'm not running from anything.
Folks assume I'm going to really miss living in New York City. I'm not. They don't believe me and insist I name at least one thing I think I'll miss. Honestly, I don't miss much in life anymore. Once I'm gone, I'm done. If I had more to do I would stay.
When I moved to to NYC 12.5 yrs ago I missed a lot of people back home in the Midwest. For the first 6yrs I spent all my vacation time and money returning home to see as many friends and family as possible. Eventually ppl stopped being available during my visits. After 6yrs, I realized only four friends and one cousin had made an effort to visit me in NYC, two of whom just needed a place to crash while they did their own thing. By and large the dozens of ppl I missed from home showed no indication of caring.
That taught me that most of my relationships are based on proximity. People are good face to face but out of sight truly means out of mind to many. I'm good with that now. I struggled with the concept for many years, but now I breathe in, exhale and release. I have the nature of a hoarder. My natural inclination used to be to hold on to everyone who ever crossed my path. The process I've learned while in NYC is to give, receive and keep moving. Always with gratitude and appreciation for everything.
That being said, since I've been forced to think about missing something in NYC, I've decided the closest thing that comes to emotional association with New York City is its food offerings. And its sounds. So for the past couple of weeks I've been treating myself to brunch and dinner and walking and sitting in the City that I've loved for so long.
Don't be afraid to pivot. Rearrange your thinking, rearrange your life.
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