“Your first year in New York is one of life’s great gifts, though there is a solid chance you won’t realize it until much later. Keep a journal. Even if you’re not a writer — who among us is not a writer in some form these days? –keep a journal about your first year. Write down everything you see and hear and how you feel about it. Paste in fliers (do people still make fliers?) and receipts and movie stubs and all the other flotsam generated by your activities. If you’re here any length of time, everything will begin to feel normal and you’ll forget just exactly how amazed and dazzled and confused (HOWston St.?) you were by it all.” -Glynnis Macnicol
The quote above came from this article filled with thoughts and advice for recent New York transplants given by people who have lived in the city for at least ten years (the time, they say, it takes to be considered a “New Yorker”). It was published on Man Repeller the day we left Charlotte. Perfect timing, huh? I loved reading it while in the middle of actually becoming one of those transplants. My favorite piece of advice was that bit above from Glynnis Macnicol. I got the best kind of butterflies while reading those words. It made me especially grateful to have this blog to record everything I can. I think I’ll even start writing some of these memories on paper, just for myself. I already have a little envelope to hold onto mementos from the year.
We’ve officially been NYC residents for 18 days, which is crazy for me to think about. I definitely planned on being back to posting here sooner, but I didn’t really think too much about how much of a transition this would be. As thrilled as I am to be living here, this city is still a huge adjustment. I mean, of course it is. We’re finding our new routine, exploring our neighborhood, settling into our apartment and the city, and I’m working on finding a job. There’s a lot of re-situating going on, you know? We’ve been working on this move for a long time now and for that entire time I’ve felt unsettled. I can’t remember the last time I actually felt settled somewhere and not in a time of transition. The settling process here feels like one big, long exhale and it feels good. Really good.
I have so much to talk about it that this post could easily become a novel, so I’ll try and pace myself over the next few weeks. I’m just happy to have this blog to record this time in our lives, because I know there will be so many details that I’ll forget and I really want to remember this as much as possible. I guess, for this first post as a NYC resident (yes, I’m obnoxiously noting every “first”), I can sum it up with this: I’m so happy to be home.