So I was bored and read some of my old posts and I realized that I never really fully explained my reasoning for coming out to New York.
Beyond the obvious (the dramatic conclusion of a dead-end relationship) I decided that I was at a crossroads in my life. Approaching my "late 20's" scared me. I realized something had to be done. I decided that if I move into yet another apartment with no money saved up in the bank, I would just be treading water, merely delaying the next inevitable disaster. Now, at that point most people would move back home with their parents. If you know anything about me, you would know my parents and I dont necessarily see eye to eye on many things. Not to mention I have one younger brother at home (Connor is off at college this year at UMD, but Sean is only 13. HUGE age difference) and ZERO privacy.
That left me one other option: Move to New York semi-temporarily and live with Nana. So here I am. The rent is free and theres no utility bills. It was the perfect opportunity for me to really sock away some money and take care of "ME" for a change. I am always worried about what everyone else thinks or needs or wants. I rarely put myself first.
Well now, there's only me (Other than Nana and Tom really) so theres alot less to distract me. Tom is nothing short of fantastic when it comes to being supportive. He's a great sounding board and I know I have said it before, I know we met for a reason. He's great.
Also, I have to say, I am so lucky to have my girlfriends. They have been there for me and supported my decision to move out here. They were the only ones who really stay in touch and didn't forget about me the minute my car pulled away. They didn't feed me a bunch of bullshit like some people did and for that I am so thankful. I know I can call them (and I have) and vent about everything from Nana and her OCD to the job hunt to 'man troubles' and they will always be there. Girls...I salute you. Can't wait for the Girls in the City Week. Look out Manhattan...here comes trouble!!