Yesterday was my one-year anniversary of living in New York.
To say that time flies is an understatement. While I'm only a few inches closer (than I was a year ago) to figuring out what I'm doing up here, away from every element of comfort and stability I had in Miami, I can state with certainty that I'm enjoying every moment. Or, at least, a vast majority of those moments. I've definitely forged and found new comforting elements, ones that I wholeheartedly appreciate, but it seems that new surprises keep rolling (spiraling? crashing? pummeling?) towards me. I guess that's the nature of being a New Yorker. So far so good, as I have yet to fill my "transistasis quota," which has probably grown exponentially in the past year.
An old friend sent me an iChat convo we had in September 2009, when he was having what I'll refer to as a minor identity crisis and asked me for advice. So rather than try to poignantly and sufficiently detail my experiences in NYC from the last twelve months, I'll just post a line that struck me upon re-reading. I will admit that a large part of my time in New York has been spent questioning myself...but I still think what I said is true for everyone, especially people that move to or visit new places hoping to "discover themselves." Our experiences and situations may change, but at the core we are the same person we have always been and will always be.
Mozartda2nd: look. I tell this to people who I meet that are hippies and whatever and say "oh look! I went to india to find myself" - "yourself" isn't sitting in a little box on top of a mountain in the himalayas. you are who you are and by the time you become an adult you are developed, life molds you in small ways but we are ourselves and nothing can change that.
Signed, 20-year-old Mau, tactlessly and at times inappropriately serving up life advice since the moment he could speak in complete sentences.