Moving across the country
Since I’ve done this twice now, I feel like I have somewhat of a grasp on the severity of the situation. Wait, that sounds negative. I want to stress how amazing the entire experience has been, both times. Although I will admit that my move to LA has been exponentially easier than my move to NYC was.
When I moved to NYC, I overpacked and started that process entirely too late. I’m talking the night before I was supposed to leave is when I started putting stuff together. I left my parents with an insane mess to organize and clean (sorry, mom). Plus I had to take winter coats and all that bulky stuff with me.
Basically, my ten months in New York kinda taught me what essentials I need to survive, and what I can live without. I learned to be more frugal with my items. But that’s really not what I wanted to write about.
I’m sure y’all have heard people talking about how amazing it is to move somewhere where you know no one, and how terrifying it is at the same time. Having social anxiety on top of that made it so so sooooo much harder for me, but I obviously survived. My first month in NYC basically consisted of me sitting around in my airbnb doing absolutely nothing. I didn’t even wander like I said I would.
I was really lonely at first, but as soon as I moved into a model apartment, I started meeting new people. I got a job and made friends there too, and it was all amazing. I finally felt like I belonged. I left NYC a couple times for vacations and the like, and those were the only times in my life that I have ever felt homesick. I didn’t even feel homesick when I went to college, let alone when I left Iowa for the city.
Moving home was necessary, but I knew that’s not where I wanted to be forever. I made preparations for my move to LA almost immediately after touching back down in Iowa. And I was so much more prepared for this move, too!
My best friend from New York had actually moved to LA about six months prior, so that made things a LOT easier. I actually have a lot more friends living here in LA than I did in New York, so the transition has been a lot easier. Overall, I’m almost always outside of my comfort zone, and that’s a truly invigorating experience. I truly believe that everyone should experience that utter uncomfortableness at least once in their lives, but preferably more than twice. I’m actually hoping to spend this summer in Europe, so keep your fingers crossed for me :)
Have any of you moved across the country? Or even far enough away from your family that it caused a mini panic attack?