It’s no secret that I love New York. We’ve lived here for more than half a decade (woah!) and in the same apartment too. Every time we consider moving to a different area in the city, I get cold feet because I’m not ready to part ways with my favorite thing about living in NYC: our neighborhood.
Five years ago today, I moved to New York with two oversized suitcases and no job. I said goodbye to my then-boyfriend, now-husband behind while he finished his last semester of grad school in Arizona and moved in with a random Craigslist roommate for two months. After a month and a half of unemployment, I landed a job in marketing and communications – also from a Craigslist ad. Two months later, Hurricane Sandy rolled through and our apartment was without power for ten days (to give you a perspective of how much that sucked – I lived on the 17th floor and there was no way to get up except by climbing the stairs). In the first few months of living in New York, I wondered how long I could actually last here.