I don't fancy myself unique. I'm betting plenty of residents of the five boroughs find themselves dreaming of life in the outside world.
I've spent a bit less than two years in New York. A summer during High School and the year and a half I've been in school here, so I'm not claiming to be any kind of a world-weary veteran of this godforsaken town. However, that does not make me immune to the feeling of overload.
When I left for school (and I don't for one second regret moving here), I had it in my mind, as I'm sure many do, that my stay in New York City would be indefinite, involving at most, some fluctuation between Manhattan and Brooklyn. However, every time I return home, I'm awash with how lucky I was to grow up in as beautiful a city as Seattle, a place I'm finally realizing I can truly call home.
That is why, this winter break, nothing made me happier than when it occurred to me that moving home is not necessarily failure, but could actually be something I want out of life.
To keep myself relatively sane for the next two and a half years, I will keep myself in check by remembering, it is possible to get the hell out of dodge as soon as I graduate. And it certainly doesn't hurt to do a little bitching while I'm at it.
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