I hated my job. I was making little to nothing and working all the time. Driving in crazy weather just to make sure I got to work and then because I was the only one to show up, had to stay all day. I was in the process of buying a house I didnt think I would ever be able to afford on my salary, but I didnt want to be one of those kids who lived at home forever (despite my papa's wishes). New York had become something that I didnt like. I didnt like who I was becoming, or rather who I was and I wanted to change.
My parents had moved down to Virigina and I was living in the house that they were going to sell (any day now) with my college going, always drunk and having parties at the house, irresponsible brother whom I was ready to kill. So much so that I was constantly traveling to other parts of the world just to "get away".
So I quit my job and started to look for one in VA. I had talked to my rents about letting me stay with them until I found a job/housing arrangements and such. Of course they agreed because who doesnt want their children to live with them forever, and ever... and ever.
I packed up the house that I was living in because even though it was on the market, there was all my stuff and half my parents stuff that they hadnt moved down south yet simply because they didnt have the time to pack it all up. Packing and arranging and cleaning became my full time job for a month. Then one beautiful day my father pulled up in a moving truck and we headed south.
We had like a dozen good bye parties at the house for friends and family. I didnt want to leave them, but at the same time I was ready for a new beginning I was ready to start something different and end the New York chapter of my life.
Since moving down here I have been to what was my "home" for 25 years twice. Both of those times added up to 4.5 days.
It was like somewhere between the 500+ plus mile drive down here I decided that I didnt like who I was anymore and I was going to change that. My little fur ball was in the back seat sleeping, I was jammin' to something (I cant remember what, but probably Sugarland at the time) and everything changed. I woke up one morning at 4 when it was freezing cold in NY and started driving. I was able to see the sun come up and by the time we stopped in Maryland to stretch it was warm. I'm not talking like a 5-10 degree difference either. I'm talking like we left and it was 30 and we stopped and it was 70. We pulled into my parents new house and it was 80. I could not believe that this was where I was going to live. Does it even hit 80 in the summer time in NY? Yes, but growing up as a kid it sure as shit did not feel like it.
There are a world of differences between life in NY and life in VA such as:
-taxes
-prices of almost everything
-language
-food
-cars
(all of these I will get to at a later date)
(all of these I will get to at a later date)
I shit you not, everything is different. I miss my family and friends, and I miss certain things, but for the most part I wouldnt change it for the world.
After I moved down here, I finished with my masters, got a "big girl" job that I love, working for someone who took a chance on my "maybe being okay at the job" and bought a house. Things changed so completely and I don't think that would've happened had I still been living in NY.
Let me tell you something. If someone gives you the opportunity to pack up all your shit and start somewehere new, fucking take it and run. It was the best decision I have ever made.
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