The End?

As I'm nearing the end of my posts I feel like I should have some kind of conclusion, but how can you conclude something that isn't quite over? Even though I'm still in the process of transitioning, I figured a good conclusion would be to tell you why I left New York. 

There were many little moments when I sat there and thought, “This is so not the place for me.” For instance, when two guys from my school were walking down the hall carrying what I can only assume were dictionaries because the books were so large, discussing their Professor’s lecture on the credibility of Plato vs. Aristotle like it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to them. This was a very common occurrence. Or when a mom I nanny’d for explained that there was no need to load the car because they purchased two of everything (one for their Manhattan apartment and one for their house in the Hampton's) to avoid the hassle of packing. These are some of the best examples I can use to illustrate one simple thing, the people were weird. Almost all of them, it was like there was something wrong with every single one.

There is not one specific reason I decided to leave, or some defining moment, or even a good reason. When people ask me why I left, nine times out of ten I'll respond with "That place sucks your soul out." This is the closest I can come to a reasoning behind leaving New York. I did not want to end up like that, and it seemed that the longer you stayed the worse it got. Many people there told me, “Don’t drink the Kool-Aid.” It seemed like sage advice. In short, New York just wasn’t really for me. I didn’t fit in there. I don’t like the cold, or the subway. Everything’s ridiculously expensive, and please don’t get me started again on the people. I can highly recommend it as a place to visit, but to live? Good luck.