Make A Move?

I’ve been thinking more and more lately that I want to make a change. I want to move. I considered LA and Atlanta but I think Chicago is where I want to be. It’s a big city where I can still have a career in marketing. Although I absolutely LOVE New York, I have this perception that moving will solve all of my problems.

My problems are:

  • Too tiny apartments in NYC (I want an entire room of clothing/shoes)
  • Having to worry about dating a man who doesn’t want to move from NYC
  • Driving anywhere (I just want to drive to Walmart and the grocery store, really)
  • Having peace and quiet in the suburbs (not as important)
  • Being closer to my family in Michigan (I’m missing moments)

I’m hoping Chicago could solve those problems. I could have a larger place with a huge walk in closet and full kitchen with stainless steel appliances. I could even buy a house or a condo. I could date knowing Chicago is where I want to spend my life. I could drive wherever I wanted to go and I could even go see my parents in Michigan (4 hours away).

It’s been on my mind for a long long time and I think I have decided to move right before I turn 30 so basically I have two years to enjoy NYC and then I’m leaving. When I came to NYC 5 years ago, I was different than I am now. It was meant for me to come here, grow, fuck shit up, have fun, and then leave. I’ve done that. I can tell my time is coming to an end, I’m bored but I’m also interested to see if something/one can change my opinion. I do know that when it’s my time to go, I will cry until the end.

I’m almost sure about this… BUT then again, If I hate Chicago, I can just move to LA or back to NYC.

Throwback Thursday – Snatched Waist

Looking back at my old photos from about 4 years ago, I decided that I miss those days and would post up Throwback Thursday every so often.

Throwback Photo

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I just so happen to stumble upon this photo and notice how snatched my waist was. Of course I love this photo! I was probably about 160 pounds in this photo.  I took this in 2011 when I was 22. I remember going to Forever 21 in Union Square to find a cute skirt. I have no idea why I am not wearing a bra but I’m sure it was because I had come from the gym and only had an ugly sports bra on.

At 22, I had been in New York for about 6 months. I had just quit a job here in retail to go back to grad school and I was living in Brooklyn, Boro Park to be exact. My hair was always straight and dark, while now you will barely see it straight and dark. I was off and on with my ex boyfriend (the same ex that continues to pop up now but I’ll save that for a later date). I was partying and dating. I had very little money. It was a good time in my life besides the money part. Basically, I was finding myself and maintaining in a brand new city where I knew few.

Who knew that party girl would develop into a Friday night Netflix watcher 4 years later?