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I left Manhattan the same way I came- too many bags for a single girl and one hail of a yellow taxi-cab. And though it was five in the morning, I saw the buzzing of life all around in a surreal way that solidifies my belief in the pulse of this city. It’s what I loved and what I hated- that people could never stop progressing forward. I said goodbye to all my ‘new’ friends who couldn’t yet understand how I could just walk away, but they will. I am a wanderer by nature and with it that brings a sort of uncertain contentment in the changes to come.

New York brings with it the elite, the ambitious go-getters, the valedictorians, the dreamers, the determined. It leaves little room for those who can’t make up their minds. I guess that’s why I fit in so precariously to the puzzle. Everything I fundamentally believed myself to be was in the heart of New York. I don’t look back, I take risks, I know where I am going, and I can take care of myself; you can’t be anything less in the city.

“On any person…New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy…The residents of Manhattan are to a large extent those who have pulled up stakes somewhere and come to town seeking some greater or lesser grail. The capacity to make such dubious gifts is a mysterious quality of New York. It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him….”

-E.B. White

So how I got there and how I left are all that’s left to tell in the pages of this blog. All the crazy stories–the reality-show clips–that have made me into the melting pot of laughter I am today, are my gift of entertainment to those who read. I’m one of those people who can never quite get a handle on the seriousness of life because I’m too busy putting out ridiculous fires and trying to determine if my life is some sort of game show or not!

So this is my official farewell to New York, and my sincerest thanks to all of you who have encouraged me to write….my life!

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