It’s officially been one year since I’ve moved to NYC. To say it’s been difficult is an understatement, but it has taught me more about myself than I ever knew possible. Moving was one of the easiest/hardiest decisions I’ve ever made. I had a great life in Miami filled with great family, friends and jobs. To give that up was a tough decision. I would really be starting over, but living with the question “what if” was a question that I couldn’t and wouldn’t settle for. I would be starting from ground zero, and that was the scariest part. I was, however, fortunate to have friends and a significant other who helped as much as they could with transition.
I started living the true New York hustle and working as much as I could. Bare with me as I lay it all out. This part might not be ideal to read, but between teaching, auditioning, taking lessons and working catering jobs, I was burning out and finding myself depressed. I also did not love my housing situation as I wasn’t friends with my roommates, and the situation wasn’t ideal for me. As a Florida girl, winter was a new experience and preparing for that was both financially and mentally draining. I missed home and was wondering what I was doing. I really gave up my South Florida life for this? To know me is to know that even when down, I really try to never give up. Sometimes it felt like I was drowning, but I am so fortunate to those around me who lifted my head above water.
Here I am now entering into my second year and can officially say I survived my first winter! I had some great summer contracts and ready to hit my restart to New York button. Starting off, I left my roommates in Brooklyn and moved to the borough of Queens with my significant mate. I also accepted teaching positions at two music schools teaching private lessons, and I am really excited to get back into teaching. I’ve also started creating my own opportunities again, and working on collaborations with some friends. I am also entering a new audition season, waiting to see what will be in store for me, and figuring out what is “my path”. I set a goal of letting go of things I cannot control, but also hustling to create that path.
I am writing this because the question I am asked the most is “how do you like living in New York?” Was it hard? Of course. Would I change my decision? Never. I wouldn’t be the person I am if it’s not for the choices I have made – so here is to my second year in New York! 🙂