Cheers

Exactly a year ago I landed in NY with some money in the bank and a guaranteed couch to sleep on. I had no short or long-term plans in mind, just the idea that I wanted to survive out here. I did more than that. 

I slept on the couch for two weeks before I got restless. I randomly scoured Craigslist ads and responded to the first ad I found interesting. I signed a lease and left a deposit to move in into a 7 bedroom flat in Chinatown, which was already occupied by 7 dudes. I didn't meet any of them, until I moved in. Two months after my move a full-time job offer fell into my lap. By the time I finished my online portfolio I was already given the opportunity for a freelance position, the rest followed suit.

I love the summertime, I hate the snow—knowing me, this is all given. I constantly compare every single thing to life in SF/the West Coast. There are definite pros and cons to both sides on a variety of different topics. But ask my where my loyalties remain, and I will always tell you…

I left my heart in San Francisco, but New York City is so fucking good to me. So I'll stick with you for a just a little bit longer.

Thank you, NYC. Cheers to an amazing year, and maybe another.