I love changes. I love the new-ness of them. Not saying I don't get freaked out by the new-ness, but I love them. I think it is my whole control issue coming back up. I can control change. I can't control the UNKNOWN [obviously]...that is what freaks me the eff out.
Anyway, the moving to NYC was a huge change. It has been weird adjusting. Weird, as in, super easy. I grew up in a college town, went to school in another college town, then moved to DC. That was a shock to the ol' system. I remember being asked to pay $1000 a month in rent and thinking 'ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND?!' Driving in DC was unbearable. I was introduced to winter. I was also introduced to inauguration. Which meant, more people in one place than you have ever imagined or wanted. I found out how hard it is to make friends in a new place without having your sorority sisters to go out with you. I grew up basically.
And then I moved to an EVEN bigger city. And arguably the best city in the world. I'm not arguing that [yet], but some people do.
Within the last two months, I've been able to grow even more. Grow as a person, not grow my personal belongings, because you and I both know, I had to sell them all to get into my small apartment.
I've learned old friends, are still good friends.
I've learned that tourists are real assholes. But that everyone is a tourist, including me. So, I have to suck it up.
I've learned that I am fortunate to have a roof over my head. But some homeless people have more things in their 'house/spot' than I do.
I've learned to not breathe in when walking by the trash bags that are on the street every.single.day. That shit is rank, especially baking in the sun.
I've learned I don't need to say yes to everything. Yes, NYC is a party, but not everyday. People live here. And I don't need to do something everynight just for fear of missing out. Talk about exhausting AND expensive.
I've learned I can handle anything.
Changes scare some people into never doing anything. Yes, I gave myself a severe panic attack amidst moving here, but I knew I could get through it.
Don't be afraid of changes. That is when the best things happen.
I just wanted to document this point in my life. If you don't like the serious Whitney, get outta here. But come back later...ok?
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