Why I Left New York Part II

I moved back to Missouri in part because I was on a journey to discover what “home” really meant to me.

In many ways Brooklyn was the place that felt the most like home to me of everywhere I’d lived and traveled. I came to Brooklyn expecting to take a few interviews, catch up with friends, and see some museums over the course of nine days.

Sitting on the Stoop of my Brownstone in Fort Greene, Brooklyn

I was surprised to find myself falling in love with the streets and brownstones of Park Slope. Apparently my parents knew before I did that New York was the place I needed to call home at that point in my life, because when I called them to announce that I’d cancelled my return flight to St. Louis, they weren’t at all surprised.

I felt as if the city’s streets were a treadmill set to move at precisely the speed of life at which I was most comfortable. I loved the eclectic people, the coffee shops, pizza by the slice, and hearing foreign languages all around me.

I had a small network of friends in Brooklyn who offered me couches to sleep on, taught me the subway lines, and helped me find freelance work. By the time I found my full time job a few weeks later, Brooklyn was the only place I could imagine living.

Brooklyn is the physical place that has felt the most like “home” to me. At some point, though, I began to realize that my love for location was holding me back from other things…

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This is part two in a multi-part story that I hope will answer what seems to be my life’s biggest question, “Why did you move from New York to rural Missouri?” Come back tomorrow to read more.

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3 Comments

  1. There was a point in my journey with Lupus when I was a “guinea pig” in a clinical trial. Had to travel to Houston several times a year to check in with trial doc. I LOVED Houston! I loved hearing the foreign languages all around me when I went to the Galleria. I loved the art. I loved Billy Blues, a blues restaurant. I loved it was a short drive to Galveston where I could walk on the beach. I would have moved there had I not been sick.

    Whenever you talk about NYC… I think about Houston and what might of been if I’d moved there. I still go back there once in a while.

  2. I’ll be reading and waiting… (I would love to have lived in NY. I would still!)

    And I’m reading your back posts about San Fran. Oh I’d love to live there too. Sounds like an amazing time!

  3. Yay! for great photos and even better visits!!

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