Today marked my last morning in New York as I woke up, packed my bags (okay, they were already packed), and flew to my new city, San Diego. Over the past week, and especially the past couple of days I've been able to really reflect on what the past few years in New York has taught me. Truth be told, I really "grew up" there. Not in the sense that I lived there throughout my childhood, or that my parents live in the area, but in the honest sense that I really grew up. Living in New York from age 23-26 taught me a lot. I went from being almost right out of college and frequenting loud bars in the UES or Murray Hill, to preferring a quiet wine bar in Astoria with my best friend. During my time there I became more confident, discovered a little more about what I wanted to do with my life, dated some great guys, and some not so great ones, discovered my love for running and overall learned a lot about myself. New York has an amazing way of making you feel like you can do anything, while also managing to kick you so hard when you're already down. Such is life. I wouldn't trade my time in New York for anything, and if you ever get the chance to live there, do it. No question, do it. Leaving that city and all of my friends behind is the hardest thing I've had to do in a really long time, but I know it was the right decision, for right now. While I doubt I will ever live there again the possibility will always be there. Sometimes you find yourself going places you never thought you would (ahem, San Diego). In the meantime, keep up the good work, New York. It's been real.
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