02 noviembre 2011

Where the journey starts

So I find myself jobless, after 5 years of living in New York City and working there as an international lawyer for 4 years. As a foreigner, you know you are not supposed to be in a country unless you have good reason to (i.e. tourism, work). I assessed the situation and concluded there was no point in keeping paying for my apartment in Hell's Kitchen unless I had a job. True, I could have gotten a job and so being able to pay the rent and everything else, but I didn't have much time, and also...

I love NYC. I truly deeply madly do. In NYC, I felt the sense of belonging for the first time. In reality, everyone belongs in New York City. I arrived with almost nothing and left with almost everything. You really can work your way in the city if you are resilient and tough and keep an open heart and an open mind. I realized how much I could accomplish by myself, and only by myself, in a place where nobody knew me or my family. But I didn't see myself settling down in New York. I had started to yearn more and more for a tad more tranquil life. One that included an actual house as opposed to a tiny apartment, a car that you can park wherever you want, a little less of noise and stress; for a city where I could eventually have kids in. Not that I'm any close to doing that. But most importantly...