Me and New York, at Five Years

Five years ago today I don’t think I could have really understood the magnitude of what I was doing, even though it seemed to be staring at me out of the back of a moving truck. I know I was nervous, but the move felt almost inevitable. I had always tentatively dreamed of living in New York, without ever really giving myself permission believe I’d actually be able to do it. But when it was tied to school – something I’d almost always excelled at and invariably loved – it felt natural. Of course I was going to graduate school; it just happened to be in New York. And I’d already moved so much for educational and career-related reasons – different dorms every year, England for a semester, home, then Raleigh for my first “real” job, which seems like 20 years ago, not six – it didn’t seem like much…

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