New York, New York… Not enough words to describe it. When I first visited the city I was amazed by it all, I simply loved it. Right then and there I knew I was going to come back, and not as a visit. The time came and I made the big move, I moved to New York. I experienced a lot of emotions before, during, and after the move. I felt excited to be moving to New York fucking City, sad to leave back my family and friends, happy to be in the city I fell in love with, terrified of the new experience to go out to the big city all by myself, worried about things not working out and fail in the city of dreams. Not many people would take a risk this big, not many people have the guts to make this drastic move, not many people can see themselves succeeding on their own in the big city, not many people imagine living in New York.
I had a tough decision to make. My heart was split in two ways. One side desired me to stay in New York and be a part of it all, like Sinatra’s song says. The other side craved for family companionship, stable relationships, among other things.
In spite of all the things people say about living in NY, such as how expensive it is, how hard the lifestyle is, etc, etc. I still made it to live in New York for a good few vigorous months. I also want to make something very clear. My decision to move back to St. Louis was not because of financial issues, me having enough of the city, or missing someone so terribly that I had to move back. My reason for moving back is a personal issue. I was also looking towards my future when making this decision.
I am sure of one thing. I am not at all remorseful of my decision to move to New York in the first place. I learned so many things while in NY, things that you don’t learn somewhere else. I believe I am more mature, responsible, and independent now than I was before. New York was a great school. I met people, I made some good friends. Now when I come back to NY, whether to visit or to stay, I will know people, I will not be lonely.
Now I have to look ahead, define my way in life. Now I am with my family, the one and only that has your back 100% on everything and supports you no matter what.
No one can tell me about New York now, because I was there, I lived there, I walked the streets trying to find my way. And maybe, just maybe, one day I will return and walk the streets knowing my way.
Now that would be superb.



