New Home

My life has taken a quick turn these past couple of months. To be honest, it’s been really tough to even type this out as I choke up thinking about all the fun and great memories I’ve had within such a short period of time.

I accepted a job offer in New York.

I thought it was scary and exciting at the same time.

I knew I was leaving my amazing family and friends behind but I knew in order to grow it will take the courage to do so.

As the date approaches for my departure, I was able to spend most of my time hanging out with friends, being able to see and live with my family, and go on short adventures with my girlfriend. From moving out of my house with my roommates to living back at home with my parents. From zoom calls and Facetime with friends for drunk quarantine nights to playing card games with my girlfriend’s family. From making breakfast in the morning for my stepdad and girlfriend, to buying dinner for my mom when she gets home from work.

I was able to go on a hike with my roommates and explore nature one last time. I was able to drive down to San Diego with my girlfriend as a getaway trip. I was able to live my last few moments in California knowing this wouldn’t be the place I will be living starting the end of July.

As I get dropped off at the airport, I say my last “see you later” to my parents and girlfriend.

It was hurtful at first not knowing when I would see them again. The feeling was as if my heart sunk down from my chest and couldn’t even feel anything. I lost my appetite and boarded on my plane, alone. No family, no friends, and no girlfriend. This is solely me. I couldn’t even sleep on the plane, so I decided to read my self-help books to keep myself distracted.

Then, I touchdown to New York. Here I am, taking a leap of faith in my self-growth journey. I take on my chances on a brand new city and a brand new adventure. I call my Uber to my new apartment in Brooklyn and as I gaze outside the window I see the beautiful city of New York with eyes wide open and excited for what this new home has to offer.

I enter my new apartment and meet my new roommates who were friendly enough to welcome me to New York. I settle into my room and start organizing my things. Luckily, my cousin from San Francisco also moved out to Brooklyn a couple of months back and helped me move in during my first day. I told her how hurt I’m feeling and sad I was. She mentioned that I would get used to it and that the first week is always the hardest.

I’ve never lived out of the Bay Area. Being homesick was so new to me, but now I understand how other people feel when they move out of their comfort zone and their hometowns. As my cousin leaves to go back to her apartment, there I was in my room. I looked around to just soak everything in and realize that this is it. I really am out in New York. It may not feel like it at first, but each day it slowly starts to hit me.

I’ve been here for two days now and am finally getting situated. I’m still waiting for some boxes to come in, but each day gets easier. Some moments are tougher than others, but knowing that I am in New York, I have to be tough. Both of my roommates came from California before they moved to New York too. They mention that it is hard at first but eventually I will get used to it. One of them said,

“every good thing takes time”.

I also will be self-quarantining for 14 days after my arrival. I guess moving during this time was more-so the difficult part, but I know once I start my job and am out of quarantine I will venture off to the city!

I know that this is what I was meant to do. I always thought to myself,

“why did I come here?”

and have to keep that mindset. I got to remind myself that I came here with a purpose. I came to New York to not feel “lost” and find a passion for myself. Figure out what I want to do with my life and how can I help people as well. This project has been helpful, but I know from all the support I’m getting from back home in San Francisco, that I will try my best out here in New York. Not only for the people back home, but for me too.

Here is Another Lost Boy Story now in New York City.

I am ready to meet new people.

I am ready to see new things.

I am ready to live my life to the fullest.

To all the people that feel lost in New York, I’m ready to connect with you. May we all find our way in life and find our purpose.

To all of you reading this from back home, thank you. Thank you for supporting my move, and most importantly thank you for sending me love. I miss you all so much, but I will be back sooner or later. But until then, my love is always here for you.

Here’s to never saying goodbye, but just a see you later.

With love,

Another Lost Boy