One Year In New York

One Year In New York

I have changed a lot in the last year. Even a year ago, getting off the plane (the first thing we saw, before we even got out of the terminal at Laguardia, was Tom Hanks filming Scully) I would never have imagined I would be where I am. I just knew I was ready for a new challenge and this city has delivered.

My first year in a place with real seasons was amazing. Going through my first real winter and spring at 29 was incredible. You don’t know what you don’t you miss. I had watched too many news reports about “Snowmageddon” while sitting in my shorts in 95 degree heat. Winter did not disappoint. We went through the biggest blizzard in Central Park’s history (which matters to me because we only live a block from the park). I have been told that it was, on the whole, a mild winter. That makes me very nervous for this year. Spring though… The world comes to life! I am not a poet, so I won’t even try to describe it. I’m just grateful I got the opportunity to experience the full transition of all the seasons for myself. San Diego is wonderful and I look forward to moving back, but I will never regret moving away.

Professionally, I have faced many of my fears and I keep pushing myself to grow. I had a job within six weeks of getting here. It was exactly the kind of job I was hoping to find. It hasn’t always been easy. I questioned if I was up to the challenge at times, but I thank my lucky stars how well it has all turned out.