I’ve only been here a week and I’m already going stir crazy. I lost a whole lot of my usual independence because of my move and I keep needing to remind myself that it is temporary.

When I first moved to NY I stayed with my cousin, he told me I could stay however long I needed to but not forever. I didn’t really need that communicated to me. I require my own personal space and I got tired of living on a couch, so my ass was moved out in two weeks. I didn’t even have a job yet but I had money saved up and my gut told me it was fine. It was a great decision because it led me to Adam (for those of you who are wondering, he just finished up all of his chemo, he’s onto radiation now—his treatment went well). Eventually I finished up my portfolio, got a quick freelance opportunity and the full-time job offer shortly after. Two moves, several months later and after making two dozen new friends I established a good life and routine in Brooklyn.

It took a while and I didn’t realize the pieces were naturally falling into place until they were firmly set. Hindsight is 20/20. Every time I complained about some random hardship or loss of control it led me to somewhere amazing, whether that means an opportunity in life or friendship.

So this is me… telling myself to calm the fuck down.

First things first… things will happen. Good things. Patience is a virtue. Please feel free to remind me, I will sound like a broken record for a good minute.