When I first moved to New York City I thought about writing a letter to myself.
I'd heard about people writing to their future selves as they made their way into a huge transitional moment in their lives. However, as I began to write I had no idea what say to the Sha of the future. Should I be warning her of the troubled seas ahead? Congratulating her on the success that was coming her way? Either way, nothing inspirational came to mind so I tossed that idea aside.
On February 26, 2017 I made the best decision of my life and boarded my one-way flight to New York City and boy has it been a crazy ride. I can't even believe that three hundred and sixty-five days have passed since I hopped off the plane at LGA with my dreams and my fabulous pink rain coat that I'd just purchased from Zara. It was THE most turbulent flight that I'd ever had in my life and I swear I wasn't going to make it. It's actually quite funny now that I think about it because the past year in this city has been exactly that. Full of twists, turns, ups and downs but eventually the clouds cleared and the plane, aka my life, leveled out and there's nothing but clear skies ahead.
Anyway back that letter. I may not have known what to say to the Sha of my future but I sure as hell have a ton to say to the Sha of my past. I never want to forget the feeling I have after my very first year in the most trying city that I've ever lived in, so here goes:
So many friend's that I have made here in the city tell me the same thing, "I told myself I'd be here for a year or two and here I am 5+ years later." Now truth be told, I don't know if I have an entire 5+ years in me BUT I will say that I don't see myself leaving anytime soon. Cheers to however many more years in this glorious, dream revealing, city that I now call home.