East Coast Living

So, as most of you by now know, I have FINALLY made the move to the East Coast. It has been a dream of mine to live here for the past few years. I have tried numerous times to move out here, but the timing wasn’t right. I would always get frustrated and give up. Earlier this year, I decided that I’m not getting any younger and I need to do this. After months and months and MONTHS of job searching and putting my application into different companies, someone contacted me. When I saw that they contacted me, I had to sit down. Could I believe what I was reading?? Someone wanted to interview me?? I was so happy that I actually got a response. I knew that it wasn’t a sure thing that I would even get the job, but the fact that they were INTERESTED and in the location that I WANTED to move to was a step in the right direction. Three interviews and a week and a half later, I had myself a job with a month to move and get set up so I could start.

Talk about a whirlwind.

I quit my job, packed up what I could, said my goodbyes, and headed out East. This entire life-changing event has been such a blessing. I am truly blessed and thankful for this opportunity to be able to move and see what it is like living on the East Coast.

Some of you may be wondering, what is a California girl doing leaving the West Coast [the best coast] for the East Coast? Well, let’s back it up to 2006 when I FIRST went to the East Coast:

I went to NYC my senior year for a choral trip. We were there for five days and performed in Carnegie Hall. Yeah, that was pretty freaking amazing. Little did I know, but it stole a little piece of my heart then. People joked with me that I would move to a big city, but I always said no, no, no. Why? Because I’m a little country girl and I like my country roots and my country town. Well, as years went on and I traveled out East for trips to visit my friend, I couldn’t help but get more and more attached. My brother made the move out East last year, and when I found out, I was so upset. Moving out here was my dream, how was it fair that he could go and I couldn’t? Little did I know, that there was a bigger picture and it wasn’t my time to go – yet.

Where I’m from, there really aren’t a lot of jobs for things I am interested in. As much as I love my little country town, my heart was ready for something a little bigger. My dreams are a little too big. I wanted to know what it was like living on the East Coast. I didn’t want this to be my one regret in life. Never knowing what it was like. I’m testing the waters for a year. If I like it, I’ll stay a little longer, if I don’t, I can always go back home.

Most people think I’m running from California because I hate it. But really, it’s not true. I love California. I can take myself out of California, but I can’t take California out of me. I’ll always be a California girl. Just like I’ll always be a country girl. I know my roots, and where I come from, and where I want to go in life. Just because I live in a city doesn’t mean it has to change me. I know I will grow, and I will learn, and I will figure stuff out.

It’s my time to be young and see what life is like away from home. So, here I go, taking small steps, seeing what’s out there. Taking you along on the journey.