I thought it would be dramatic and entertaining to leave my last post titled “Moving to New York” and then two years later write a post titled “Leaving New York.” So yeah, this has been a two year long joke that has now happened and I can start writing again.
What a weird two years. Not very poetic, but it works. I left New York in November 2021, a reminder that no mater how comfortable and moved in you feel, you can always sell everything and sleep on a blowup mattress again, so fear not.
I wish I could do one of my normal “What went down in _” posts since I love nothing more than looking back and laughing my ass off at my own memories, but for the sake of time, I’m going to do a photo gallery of some of my best memories from 2020-2022.
Anyone who knows me knows that New York has been my goal since I was in my early teens. At one point I literally printed out an image of Times Square and hung it above my bed. If only teenage Lindsey knew one day she’d be having a breakdown in the middle of Times Square, now that’s poetic.
I had so many wonderful memories tied to New York. And people. I’m speaking as if I will never touch foot in NY again while I’m just on a (questionable months) sabbatical, but I think it’s special regardless to look back at the chunk of time spent there these past couple years.
I went through three jobs changes in New York, I moved twice, lots of special humans visited, many trips to leave the city were taken, and somehow two years felt like 8. I got to a point in New York where I just didn’t like where my priorities were and what my time was going towards. A lot of my life and purpose revolved around unfulfilling work, and the excitement of being able to afford adult things, and with it I felt my health and happiness overall dwindling.
So I sold my couch. And my bed. And then my clothes. And then here I am. Currently in a small town in the middle of Colorado with plans to drive around the west coast for a while.
I can’t wait to look back at this post and laugh until I cry one day, because right now I’m still probably as lost as I was when I left New York, but hey, who knows what will happen.
With love and tequila(once I finish my month of Whole30),