My four year anniversary of moving to New York City is coming up on June 18th. Is it still an anniversary if you don’t live there anymore? Not sure.
Nevertheless, I flew in on a Wednesday night. The following Thursday morning, I headed to my apartment on 98th and Broadway, sight unseen, where 10 boxes were waiting for me with the doorman. I had seen the apartment on a Skype tour with my roommate/landlord, emailed and texted with the other girls who lived there, and while this action would not seem logical (or even safe) to most, it made perfect sense to me. Mailing a check for $1,550 to a stranger? Sure. I just knew everything would be fine.
Intuition has gotten me through everything. Everything.
The day I moved in, I unpacked a few things and headed down the street to get lunch. I found a place nestled on Amsterdam and 96th with TVs.
There were more people than I would have expected at the bar, eating wings and intently watching some kind of game. Oh- soccer. I liked soccer.
I didn’t even understand the importance or care about the World Cup four summers ago when I moved to NYC, but it quickly became my favorite thing. Why? Easy- it was socially accepted to go to the bar at noon and eat nachos with cute boys on the Upper West Side.
I met one in particular- Moshe, but he went by Mo- who was from Toronto and lived just north of me on 111th. We met on my first Saturday in the city when I went to the ‘dam (which has since closed) over eggs benedict and grilled cheese. He asked me out to dinner that night, and soon after he became one of my favorite summer companions. World Cup games, Long Island pool days, and Sundays in Riverside Park.
We’re still buddies.
That brings me to my weekend plans- and how much times have changed.
On Friday afternoon I am heading back to NYC for the weekend- yet I didn’t even consider that it would be the four year mark of my big move. It feels very appropriate; the New Moon in Gemini, a different Kristin, and of course, coming full circle.
It has not been an easy four years, but I am excited to enjoy a weekend in the city with an entirely new perspective. Not one with a broken heart like the broken heart I had when I arrived June 18th, 2014 and when I left July 25th, 2016, but with a happy, whole one.
A heart that is grateful. A heart that knows she doesn’t need boys, beer, or bars. A heart that is content within herself.
I know my behavior was reckless when I lived there. I know that. I am grateful to have gotten out alive (quite literally). However, those memories are pieces of my life that shaped me into the tough little cookie I am today. I’ve learned I don’t need to be tough all of the time, though- only when I need to be.
I couldn’t be told that, though. I had to learn for myself.
Happy New Moon, everyone. Let’s set intentions, dream big, and move forward- even when we second guess ourselves. This is a time to keep going- to keep moving forward with those projects and goals.
I used to avoid success through dating and drinking, and guess what? It didn’t work. The Universe knew there was something bigger for me, and I trust that.
“It’s never too late- never too late to start over, never too late to be happy.” -Jane Fonda