Dear NEW YORK CITY,
I have fallen in love with life again. Thank You.
Exactly four months ago (or approximately the time from my last post), I would have never fathomed the day I would make the big move to the big city. It was a daring challenge and goal I had set for myself. Secretly writing it on my list of goals I wanted to achieve within the next few years, "Move to New York City." It was an enigma to me, a foreign concept to my brain but completely desired by my heart.
Determined to make the transition after college at some point, I knew I was destined to live there, and how I would do it, I did not know. But when that day came, I knew I would make it happen. The job offer came, I made the decision, packed my apartment, and off I went with a months worth of clothes.
I'm still living in a total 'pinch-me moment' as I make my way from Brooklyn to Manhattan. Passing the Empire State Building on my way to work. To me, it's become a solid symbolic representation of how far I've come. From my humble beginnings of a first generation born (and first born of three), Mexican-American living in rural Virginia, to the southern lifestyle of the Carolinas, I'm finally here. And it couldn't be better.
I believe that life is meant to be lived, challenges are to be taken, and goals are to be set. Last but not least, a determined mind is all you need. So follow your dreams.
The Dreamer that made it a Reality...