Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Moving to New York - And the Anxiety that Ensued

True to my prediction in my last post (which was a rather embarrassing public breakdown, in my opinion) this post is coming to you from New York. I have moved, at last. The anxiety has passed, at last! And, to tell you the truth, the worst was in my head. Yes, it's only been 8 days since I got here. Yes, I'm broke and incapable of feeding myself. But, I am surviving despite my fears of living alone. To be honest, it is quite exhilarating.

Let's backtrack a little.









On the 22nd of August, as scheduled, I boarded a plane, travelled for a little over 23 hours, skipped more time-zones than I can keep track of, and landed in New York. This is my first time on my own, and it had to be miles and oceans away from my family and friends. But it had to be done.

While it may seem easy to some - you book your tickets, board a plane and voila! The crew gets you to NYC - it takes a lot to make that leap. If someone is looking to move to New York and is completely unprepared, I urge you, dear reader, have them read this post, for I shall I explain in great detail (as much as possible) all the things that kept me up at night and how they essentially resolved themselves.

It took a lengthy college application process to bring me the opportunity of coming to New York. I always wanted to get a masters degree, but for the longest time I was unclear on what I was going to study. Years of blogging, sketching and photography for no personal gain made me realise that this is what I want to excel at and although it was something that I could've possibly learnt off the internet, I craved for a wholesome college experience, something I never had.

Although the application process was quite tedious, it wasn't the worst of it. My worries began once I got that acceptance letter and then accepted my acceptance.

I worried about finding a place to live, funding my education and life here in New York, and surviving on my own. Amidst my worry, I forgot to enjoy the time I had left in my home, surrounded by my friends and family, experience the things I loved for the last time in the foreseeable future. Here's my first piece of advice: as hard as it may seem, always remember to live in the moment. The future is always uncertain but trust in yourself, that one way or another, that day will arrive and when it does, survival instinct will take over, and you will sort it out. Don't forget to enjoy what you have today because you're mind is in the future.

As it turned out, friends, however long lost, are still friends at the end of the day and it was a friend who, indeed, helped me find an apartment in New York. It wasn't something I could've done months in advance. It got easier when I got here, the internet does have boundaries after all!

Apartment semi-sorted, nostalgia took over. Ever seen a hoarder comply with airline baggage allowances? That's harder beyond words! I had three big suitcases (I still have no idea how I maneuvered through the airport all by myself!) and I was expected to fill my entire life in them alone! Of course, I did end up paying for excess baggage but you'd be surprised on how much I actually left behind.

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How do you go about packing everything you own into three suitcases? It was hard! Sacrifices have to be made and know that you could always repurchase some of your treasured belongings. In went my clothes, most important. Then my shoes and bags - can't live without them. Then some pictures - memories are everything! Then some ready-to-eat meals for the first few days - most essential! Then books - the cause of excess baggage.

Now that I'm here, the hardest part is figuring out if I've packed the right things and making friends. As of now, I know no one and it's really lonely. People generally mind their own business in New York and that can be a con sometimes. I'd love to meet more bloggers from the city or exciting people in generally but I understand that it takes time.

If my post hasn't helped appease you, don't hesitate to shoot me a mail or contact me twitter. I'll help in any way that I can.

P.S.: Sorry for the shitty picture quality. I'm sans-camera at the moment and it is killing me. Don't rub it in!

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