The last four years in New York City have been a part of an era that I don’t know how to adequately put into words. There’s truly too much to say, too many links to reference, too many pictures to post, and too many people to say goodbye to. Since I promised that I wouldn’t Irish Exit, this is my first attempt at saying goodbye. Or rather, see you later because let’s be real, who actually likes goodbyes?
In about two weeks, I will be getting on a plane with a one-way ticket to Los Angeles, California. I made this decision about 6 months ago and it wasn’t until last week that the puzzle pieces started to fall into place. I don’t think it’s really hit me that I’m moving but am sure I’ll have an “oh sh$t” moment at some point. But for now, I know that everything ebbs and flows and I will forever be grateful for this time in my life.
Four years ago I moved out to the Big Apple I do something different. Some could consider it cliche to pursue your dreams in New York City but that’s where I was going. It was thrilling to have this whole new adventure ahead of you, an entire city to make your mark on, thousands of people to meet, and maybe leave a legacy. Sure, I wasn’t going to find the cure for a disease or solve global warming, but I set out to figure out myself, my goals, and my ambitions. As I have now learned and accepted, we never truly know what we want or what we want to do with our lives. There are patches where we find passion within a job, a workout or routine, or even seeking experiences like hiking or traveling. But in the middle there are bound to be down patches and that’s what makes life unique.
I have grown more in the last 4 years than I ever did in college. I have found the confidence (though it’s really an ever continuing work in progress) with my mind, body, and unique strengths. I’ve learned that you aren’t going to please everyone and you may not stay friends with everyone. There are reasons that we meet certain people and while those reasons aren’t clear at first, I do believe that things happen for a reason.
All of this couldn’t have been possible without moving out on my own, exploring this booming city, and then creating friendships with countless amazing humans through November Project. You’ve followed along as I drank the cool aid, became obsessed with the cult-like workouts, fell in step with some pretty awesome folks, and so on. There’s something unique about finding people who are ready to greet you with a smile so early in the morning and are there for you when you need them most. As I began marathon training, I stepped out of it but am dipping my toes back in the water. I’ve drowned on in too many posts about it and I’m sure you get the picture 😉
To the NP and NYRR community, thank you for allowing me to spend all of my disposable income on races and get so caught up in the spirit of racing. Totally not being sarcastic (ok, except for the taking all of my money part…). I will forever be spoiled by the standard of race organization, the ability to select a race every weekend, and to run the greatest marathon of all time – the New York City Marathon.
Looking back this was probably one of my favorite memories. There were the months leading up where I would run in the early mornings, run with friends, and get excited to put my body to the test. There was the week of anticipation and there was the day of nerves and then disbelief that it was over. Granted, there was just less than 4 hours of running and pain going on for me but I now know that starting with this marathon was the perfect decision. I mean, just watching this video with Alec Baldwin again brings up all the good feelings and sometimes some happy tears.
Over the last few years, the frequency of my blogging declined and my use of Instagram skyrocketed. I try to document as much as possible to remind myself what an amazing city I’ve lived in and how many wonderful people I have crossed paths with. For the most part, I’ve linked up various adventures to my NYC Bucket List and leave it to Instagram to fill in the rest.
Things I love and will miss about this city:
- Access to bodegas on every corner. Looking for a seltzer at 1am? No problem (not that I’m really ever up at that time but still. Easily accessible)
- Subways and buses aka legit public transportation. Come on. We complain about the subways but where else can you get to so many places so easily?? And really just for $2.75?
- Fall leaves ~ This whole concept of fall and the changing of seasons is so unique to the east coast and I loved it!
- Bagels and pizza dough. I was definitely a no bagel kind of girl when I moved out here. It’s something about the water.
- Black & White Cookies + Babka + Challah ~ Let’s continue the food train because food always makes a city unique. I only eat these on special occasions because there’s no need for me to have a box of any of that in the apartment (it would be eaten within a day) but they are so.darn.delicious.
- Citibike ~ I love love love biking and it makes the city even more accessible
- Walking around town. There is so much to see in this town and while the concrete does start to get you down, it always blows me away that I’m walking past Rockefeller Center, through Central Park, over the Brooklyn Bridge, and past so many unique people. Most weekends I would run in Central Park, grab brunch and then just find myself walking home.
- NYRR + other sporadic races around the city including the very great New York Marathon. It was such an amazing thing to experience from the years I volunteered to the year I ran.
There were ups and downs and I know this is how life will always be; there will always be times of triumph and times of loneliness. Now, it’s about using that confidence to say yes, I’m one helluva person and am going to go chase my dreams.