There are so many meaningful things. These things all add up to be the passion we feel through out our life. Sometimes these things are a special day that we reflect upon every year...
I moved to New York a year ago today.
A year ago today, I made my way to the airport with Mom and Shan. I booked an afternoon flight so we'd have time to sleep in and have lunch. It was a weird day...I had a one way ticket.
Today allows me to reflect on this year gone. I get to think about all of those things I did back there- while of course- not dwelling to heavily on the past. I am using today as more of an opportunity to reflect on what is present. And to feel a sense of worthiness to what I have now.
Life here is balanced. I like my tiny room in Brooklyn! My roommates are grown adults who clean up after themselves (that's saying a lot!) My job is so enjoyable I am often bummed when 5pm rolls around. Sometimes staying late to wrap up a project. I walk out the door in the morning to a clean street and fresh sea-air. Sometimes I detour to visit my favorite New York icon- the Statue of Liberty. The sky surrounding her changes so often...she has different moods like the rest of us.
The people around me bring me joy. I have also managed to stay in touch with my favorite Northwest people, and see a fare amount of them either here, or there, but not missing a beat.
This place I am in is safe. I have responded accordingly to red flags, dangerous situations and assholes. All of that living back there...my twenties as a collective...has prepared me for this.
HERE I AM!!! A single, thirty year old New Yorker with a true sense of herself. I'm excited for this new year ahead.
*above photo, New Museum in New York City