A year ago, my friend Sandra sent me a Quora answer on what it’s like to live in New York. This is the paragraph that resonated the most with me:
Welcoming. Someone once described New York to me as the world’s most exclusive club that literally anyone can join. You don’t have to have been born in New York to be a “New Yorker”. If you know how to order a sandwich, negotiate the subway, not block the sidewalk, talk about real estate to strangers, laugh about Post headlines, complain about the weather, exercise basic taxi etiquette, tip properly, help a stranger with directions, and stop to cheer the Meetles in the Times Square subway stop, you’re a New Yorker. It doesn’t matter if you’re originally from Lahore or Santo Domingo or Hamburg or Addis Ababa, or if you’ve been in the city for 2 years or your whole life. New York can be intimidating to the uninitiated, sure. But once you get settled, learn your way around, you’ll see life here for what it really is: a gift
Living in New York has been a wonderful, life-defining experience. There is so much to love about this city. And everything else… well… “It’s New York” – as New Yorkers love to say.
But it’s time for new chapters. When I left Seattle 2 years ago, I wrote:
I believe happiness is about knowing you’re on the right path – but not necessarily knowing where that path leads. And this move, to me, feels right. We’ll see where I land.
On Monday, I’m off to San Francisco. It’s hard to say good-bye to New York, but this move feels right. I’m excited for Bay Area sun, wine, burritos… and good friends.
To the people who have made New York home for me – I love you very much.