The beginning of the end of my New York era begins with a weekend in Hoboken.
It’s hard to believe it’s been two whole years since that Memorial Day. It was my third time in New Jersey, second time in Hoboken, and first time eating a Taylor ham sandwich. I had a week-long relationship with a Jersey boy, who had me over for a Memorial Day celebration which I ultimately ruined thanks to showing up late, drinking too much, and then sleeping through dinner- where I was supposed to make scallops.
After two days across the river and one final goodbye to the Jersey boy, I took PATH back to the city on a bright Sunday morning, feeling empty inside. Going home to no one, clueless as to what I would do with myself for the next two days, I immediately walked into an Astoria bar after taking the below picture.
I hid my pain well- unless you were one of the few who saw the way I lived my life.
Although I was smiling in that photo, inside I was in pieces. At that point I was almost ready to face myself and stop hiding behind the hustle and bustle, drinking and dates- but not quite.
New York is an easy place for dreamers to hide- but when those dreams are broken, it’s time to live in reality and create new ones.
I’m feeling grateful this Memorial Day to be able to make peace with my past. I’m also grateful to finally say goodbye to the old Kristin- the Kristin who was so scared and alone. The girl who ran toward comfort yet pushed it away. The girl who wasn’t sure what she wanted, and didn’t know if she would ever find out.
The Jersey boy couldn’t fix me. He wanted to try, but it only lasted seven days. A job, apartment, friend, family member, or therapist couldn’t fix me, either. I had to step out of the skyscraper shadow, look in the mirror, and fix myself.
and I am so glad I did.
“Manhattan. Sometimes from beyond the skyscrapers, across thousands of high walls, the fearful cry of a too-well-known voice finds you in your insomnia in the middle of the night, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island of un-reality.”