Moving away to find yourself: Welcome to the City
Sitting in my City apartment, cars buzzing by, the girl downstairs kissing her boyfriend goodbye as he leaves, a man walking his dog is quickly passed by a jogger. Everything is moving. And I sit here, taking in each movement as I am perfectly still. I absorb my surroundings, hearing the soft hum of the air conditioner, staring at the candle burning away the last of the wax, and I feel a stillness. Tranquil serenity. When I decided to move to the City my mind was racing, trying to figure out what I was doing and why. I spent 90% of my time convincing myself it had nothing to do with my ex-boyfriend who lived there and the other 10% of the time was spent being terrified of leaving my comfort zone. Small towns are easy. They’re safe. You know people; you get your morning coffee with questions about work or your home life. You spend Sunday afternoons with family and friends and you always know who to call when your car breaks down. But there’s something those small towns never gi...