1,594 MILES FROM HOME

When people tell you to follow your dreams, no one ever tells you about how hard it may be. Another thing no one tells you is how hard moving thousands of miles away is, it’s funny because I decided to do both of those. My friends and family all called me brave, and at the time I didn’t quite realize how I could be brave, I wasn’t saving lives or risking my own. Though, when moving day came, I was terrified, I cried on the entire plane ride from DFW to LGA. In fact, the TSA agent was kind enough to give me a pack of tissues, I’m not kidding I was sobbing. I mean come on, my whole life I’d grown up with everything; the best parents, the most tight knit group of best friends in both high school and then in college. Not to mention, a room of my own, two huge closets (LOL), I had it so good. Moving was filled with such uncertainty, but not the uncertainty you feel when you move from high school to college, oh no…this is very different. For the first time, I had no clue what was next or what to expect, no job lined up, undetermined housing, and hardly anything in my savings account (I’m working on this LOL). I had interned in New York City the previous summer, but back then I knew I would be returning home within 3 months, this time, I was either staying here for good or returning home because I failed. Writing this, I’ve only been in New York now for a little over a month, though it’s felt so much longer. This article is clearly going to be a on going project of mine, and I will continue to share with you my thoughts on the subject. For now, I’m doing good. Loving the city, I always have, but a different type of love from when I only used to visit on vacations. This is more of a respect, this city has its perks, but it can sure can knock you around, especially speaking to the girls who like their shoe shopping like me. It really is difficult at times, expensive, and currently I’m only making minimum wage on my intern salary which is just enough to sustain my coffee and lunches. Though, I’m so lucky to have my aunt who provides her couch and food for me, not to mention the numerous shopping and lunch dates she treats me too (honestly she spoils the heck out of me and I do NOT know what I would do without her)! As for now, its not easy, I miss me best friends and boyfriend… and college immensely, the simpler times. I get lonely at nights, but I’ve learned turning to a creative outlet, currently this blog for me, and the Lord greatly helps. I communicate with my best friends daily via some sort of social media, and we have weekly face time dates, all these things help. For others trying to follow their dreams, though are too scared, I’m not writing this article to sugar coat it because trust me it does suck a times, but I think it’s important to do it anyway and power through. This experience has been quite the ride, but in only being here for month I have already seen confidence in myself that I had no idea existed. Being in New York City, the city of dreams I call it, is probably one of the most empowering things you can do, and I encourage it full heartedly. I will continue to update you guys with my feelings on the subject every now and then and give ya’ll updates with my life. I’d love to hear you guy’s feed back and see how you all feel on the subject having gone through similar circumstances or not, and remember to always keep the faith!! xoxo