I’m not sure when I
knew that I had to leave New York City. Was it the hundredth time I ran up the
stairs to the subway, only to see the doors close before me? Was it the general
stench that permeates the city (or the places therein that I could afford to go
to) as soon as the temperature reaches 75 degrees? Perhaps it just never felt
right enough, like a jacket that looks nice when you first put it on, but is
soon revealed to be a straitjacket as soon as you try to move your arms.
Whatever the reason, when I signed the lease on my apartment in June 2012, I
knew that I would be leaving within the year.
So I decided to flee as far from New York as I could get.
San Diego! About as far as you can get from NYC without leaving the continental
United States! Palm trees and beautiful weather and people who smile, not rant,
when they catch your eye! Highways instead of subways, In N Out instead of
Shake Shack (look, that’s a big adjustment!)…I’m in the process of flipping my
life around completely.
Over the coming months, I’ll be documenting* my attempts to
get a new job, make new friends, and get to know my new city. I will hopefully
inspire you, Gentle Reader,** to make changes in your own life as well, whether
it’s as risky as a cross-country move or as small as trying something new for
lunch. And if I crash and burn, well, at least those blog entries will be
funny!
**Attempt to make this blog sound like it was written in the 1800’s: unsuccessful
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