It’s been a month since I’ve moved to this glorious city and I’m surprised at how easy the adjustment has been.
There have been some ups and downs but I have never questioned if this was the right decision.
Because it was and continues to be. It’s hard to describe really. It just works.
Following my graduation from undergrad, I moved to Washington DC. I spent 15 very hard months trying to fit in, growing resentful and bitter about my job and picking unhealthy habits over exercise and sleep.
So I went back to North Carolina and spent nine years trying to figure out how to make that work. And for the most part it did and I was willing to settle for being there the rest of my life. I hate to use the word “settle” because it makes it gives it a negative connotation. I loved living in North Carolina. My job situation was up and down but I made up for it with a really solid group of friends. I had a lot of time to blog and enjoy the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains. I do miss all of that but about a year or so ago, I just knew there was more out there for me but I didn’t know that it looked like a move 1,000 miles away.
It’s hard to be that far away from everything you know. That you can’t hug a friend going through a tough time or offer to meet someone at the bar for a drink and to catch up.
Everything I’m comfortable with is 1,000 miles away but I think that space is okay.
You need space to grow and experience new things.
And sometimes you need to add a new chapter to you life that may look different than many of your friends.
Even if is 1,000 miles away.