Now that I’m in NYC, everyone asks me why I moved here.
Well, I’ve always wanted to. Ever since I was a teenager I thought about living in the big city. In NYC I could stay up late and have plenty of things to do. I could go to Broadway shows. And I could see people do crazy shit in public, like shit in public.
In high school, two of the schools I applied to were a college in upstate New York and NYU. The college in upstate New York ended up being in a podunk town with a couple small shops, a tattoo parlor, and a two-lane bowling alley. A downgrade from my town in Michigan.
NYU was a long shot for me and unfortunately my personal essay did not sway admissions like I thought it would. So, I put my dreams of New York City off and went to an in-state college.
When I graduated, I didn’t think about moving to NYC because I couldn’t even support myself in Michigan. I was working part-time at a grocery store, making minimum wage. I lived with my boyfriend, and his siblings, and his parents. There were seven of us in a three bedroom house.
Eventually, I got a better job, but NYC still wasn’t on my mind. I had a good job and was finally paying off the debt I’d accumulated since charging some college classes and books to a credit card.
I didn’t seriously think about moving to NYC until Trump was elected. After the election, it seemed like the end of the world, or at least the beginning of a dystopian society.
The good days as we knew it could soon be over and here I was in Michigan. I didn’t want to die in a nuclear war without fulfilling at least one of my dreams. So, I set up meetings with my bosses to discuss the possibility of transferring to the NYC office. To my surprise, they said yes.
A few months later, I packed up all my shit and made the move. So at least one good thing came out of this administration.