Five Years in New York
Five years ago I left my hometown of El Paso, Texas and headed towards the beginning of a whole new adventure in the city of my dreams: New York. It feels like it was just yesterday that I closed a chapter and opened a new one filled with new hopes and aspirations.
Sounds cliché, but for me, New York had always been in the background. I grew up obsessed with fashion and fashion magazines, and I knew this was where I needed to be. It seemed like a far and distant dream as I didn’t know how or when to move, but deep down I knew it was going to happen.
One night I came home from work feeling bitter and frustrated. I was 24 and working at my first real job out of college for a telecommunications company–which wasn’t quite what I was set out to do. After a bad day at work and being stuck in traffic for over two hours I remember coming home and walking into the kitchen where my mom was preparing dinner.
I hugged her tightly while I burst into tears and told her I felt unhappy–I needed a career change. That night I talked to my parents and told them I wanted to move and their response was nothing short of what I expected. They said they would miss me but would also support me if I wanted to leave. And that’s when I told myself: it’s now or never.
At the time JL and I had been together for eight years. I wasn’t sure how he was going to take my decision of moving to another state. However, he was super supportive and even offered to help any way he could.
As you can imagine, New York was calling my name. However, I have family in San Francisco and I thought perhaps moving there would make the process just a teeny bit simpler. But before I even started looking for a job the universe had already made plans for me to move to the Big Apple as it turned out my now sister-in-law had been in New York for a couple of months and was looking to move out of her apartment and into a new one with someone other than her roommate (who by the way was secretly overcharging her!). That’s when I knew there was no better timing/opportunity than now. What better than to move in with someone I knew and not with a complete stranger?
So within the course of a month I booked my flight, quit my job, sold all my shoes, held a garage sale and sold most of my clothes, gathered all my savings, and finally on May 6th, 2013 (which by the way was Met Gala night) took a morning flight destined to New York’s La Guardia.
I arrived with no job, but at least I'd been hired for a remote internship which funnily enough was for an online publication based out of Chicago. But I didn’t care because at least I’d be doing something. It's taken years for me to finally feel settled. I've gone through what's felt like a million jobs and internships–but that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Now, five years later, it finally feels like I'm right where I need to be (for now). I have a job, and JL and I are happily married and living in a Brooklyn apartment. I have to say my journey in New York has not been an easy one–in fact, it’s been tough–yet I’m thankful it happened. Otherwise, it would’ve been my biggest regret.
Wearing Urban Outfitters top, Zara pants, Vince boots, vintage sunglasses, and vintage Etienne Aigner bag.