Me and N.Y.C.

I always planned on having a blog.

What better time is there to start a blog than moving to a huge new city?  Not just any ole’ city. New York City. The concrete jungle were dreams are made of. The place where there is nothing you can’t do. Yes, I always planned to write about it all. So what stopped me?

Fear. I have no trouble admitting it now. I got here, I got stressed, and I got scared. Moving to New York with nothing brings on a tremendous amount of pressure. In my case, I knew all of my nearest and dearest were rooting for me to succeed.  But could they handle the truth of the situation I had stepped into? I don’t know. I still don’t know. But, life is short. Sometimes you have to trust yourself to leap and pray to your chosen deity that you will land safely on your feet.

On January 7, 2009, I flew to New York City from Memphis, Tennessee with nothing but two, cheap suitcases stuffed full of a pared-down version of my winter wardrobe, and a dingy pink backpack that held my computer. I did not have a job lined up, and I didn’t really believe in this thing called a “recession”. All I knew is I had to be in N.Y.C. A year later, on January 7, 2010, I was at a photo shoot for a story I had written for a national magazine. I ended the day being serenaded by Fantasia Burino( yes, the one from American Idol). As Fantasia sang, “Summertime” I reflected on how my life changed over the past year.  I remember the way I felt on that plane ride in 2009 when I looked out the window as we began our descent. I never look out the window because I get motion sick, but the urge to see my new city was too strong. I had to see those lights. I had to convince myself New York could really be my home.

So why after a year of a half of living in N.Y.C am I finally starting a blog now?  Well, it took me awhile to figure out the real story isn’t about my love affair with N.Y.C. The stories I have to tell, the lessons I’ve learned (and am still learning) are about my quest to live my life to the fullest.

To me, living a fabulous life isn’t about material wealth, or who I know, and where they can get me. Living fabulously is about taking charge of your existence, and living each day to the fullest with passion and purpose.  The last two years have been pretty rough on the Gen Y set. But somehow, we still don’t lose our optimism. We refuse to let anyone, or anything (that means you recession!) stop our show.

Thank you for joining me on my journey 🙂

Amber J.