So I moved to New York City. (Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to be more exact.) I did the thing I always said I wanted to do. During college I felt like this time would never actually come but boy was I wrong. I had originally planned to move to Nashville as an alternative to NYC, in part because I genuinely love Nashville, but also because I thought the dream of NYC was just too big. After returning from my post-graduation trip, something in me just felt pulled back to New York. I decided that I was gonna make this happen and 2 weeks later, here I am. Moving away from my friends and family has been the hardest part of this transition. Back in St. Augustine, my friends were so close to me (emotionally and in distance). All it took was a text and BAM! we're out doing something fun together. This move is definitely honing my alone-time skills. I am trusting that the Lord will provide me with friends and a support system here. Luckily, an old roommate and friend from St. Augustine, Meredith, lives in the city and I get to see her now which is great! The other hurdle here is finding a job. I had a few leads before moving and as I found out today, the one I was hoping for didn't pan out. So it goes right? I'm also trying to trust that the Lord will open the right door in His timing. Despite the bad news, I still had a pretty awesome day today and I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
So, what did I do in my first 2 days here? I'll show you.