I moved to New York four months ago and let’s just say my life is the complete opposite of what you see in the movies. First, I love the city and there seems to be something always going on not only on the weekends, but every day. On top of everything, there appears to be plenty of career opportunities in the marketing and communications industry. Despite the beauty and career growth here, I’m just not feeling the people. It’s probably not a shocker that New York people are rude, inconsiderate and will run over you on an escalator (it’s happened to me before)! It has taken me time to adjust to people trying to sit on my lap when there’s not enough room on the train, or putting their crotch in my face as I’m trying to read a book. When I returned home to Chicago over Thanksgiving break, I almost cried when a guy at the Dollar Tree held the door open for me as I was leaving the store. This goes to show how different Chicago and New York people truly are.
And every night I go home to 25 other roommates. I’m not quite sure what I was thinking about when I decided to do co-living, but let’s just say this was not a well thought out plan. For the most part, my roommates are super cool, except the one I share a room with. She seems to think singing loudly at 11 pm and having loud conversations about the date she went on an hour ago is quite alright. I can’t count the number of time she’s blasted her cartoons late at night, or had a FaceTime conversation in the middle of me getting dressed after leaving the shower. I talked to her about my frustrations, but it fell on deaf ears.
I’m someone who prides herself on considering others. If you walk in the room and I’m on the phone, I have no problem connecting my headset or leaving the room and having my conversation someplace else. I would never FaceTime while you are naked or disrupt your sleep with loud conversations. I’m not that girl. Unfortunately, some people don’t understand why this would cause most people to be hella mad. For some reason I think God is trying to strengthen my patience, because I don’t have any to be honest.
As if this wasn’t enough, my emotions have been on a rollercoaster ride. The first week, I cried like a baby. It was tough leaving my son in Chicago, while I selfishly pursued my dream. How dare me? Well, that’s how I felt at the time. When things went awry, I cried. If I had a problem with someone, I cried. I think I cried more rivers than Justin Timberlake. It was cleansing and refreshing too. Finally I stopped holding things inside and just balled my eyes out.
It may look like I’m this DePaul Grad who got this dope opportunity in New York, but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows! You want to know what I’m up to and how I’m getting through this transformative time in life, dig in! I’ll be posting every week about life in NYC and Miami, hoping that it will inspire you to take chances and bet on yourself the same way I’m doing right now as a college grad, mom and full-time employee.
In the meantime, if you want to chat or connect don’t hesitate to reach out to me.