Tomorrow I head back to L.A., so only natural that I take a moment to reflect. Three weeks shy of my one-year anniversary of moving to NYC. And haven't been back to the West coast since early January.
Unbelievable! I can't believe it's been one year. It's true when they say time seems to move faster when you get older, because yes, I find myself grappling over where my time went. Summer technically started on May 10th for me, and the weeks and months have since flown by. I definitely tried to make the most out my time, seeing and doing new things as much as possible.
Yesterday I took a nice long walk down "Cherry Walk" along the Hudson at sunset. It was only my second time there (the first was way back in the fall when the leaves had first started to change). Fitting, as I mark that moment as my first true NYC moment - that is, a moment when I felt really glad I moved, because I wouldn't have experienced it if I hadn't. With that said, moments:
- Cherry Walk along the Hudson River (October)
- Jeff Tweedy's solo show at the Bowery Ballroom (December)
- starting a dance party in the Amsterdam Restaurant lounge on the Friday before finals (May)
- biking around Governors Island (June)
- watching the setting sun cast an orange glow on Upper East Side buildings across the reservoir in Central Park (two days ago)
- Cherry Walk along the Hudson River (yesterday)
I definitely still miss L.A. and long for weather that is neither too hot nor too cold. I'm also looking forward to not having to look where I step while walking, not smelling garbage, and not having to touch strangers (accidentally, of course).
Roughly two years ago around this time I looked up at the U.S. map I had tacked up on the cork board above my desk and I looked at Los Angeles and I gazed across the map to New York and thought, "How do I get from there, to there?" And you know what? I did it. And I'm glad I did.
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