Nine years ago, I moved from Wisconsin to New York City with no job and no expectations. After my second stint of living at home and with my imminent 30th birthday looming in the corner, I decided it was time for a huge change. After all, who wants to be 30 and living in their parents’ basement (or in my case, their apartment above the garage)?
After a month of sleeping in like a college kid and freelance blogging, I started waiting tables so I could afford to stay in my Upper East Side apartment. Then, I got hired by one of the 50 Most Innovative Companies in the World. It was fun until the company made massive layoffs and I was one of its casualties. Sign of the times!
The severance life was fun at first (with the exception of the polar vortex of 2014). I passed the time catching up on sleep, filling up my afternoons with lunch engagements and long sessions at the gym, and spending my evenings at happy hours, dinner parties, wine tastings, or relaxing with friends all while earning a paycheck. The life of leisure suited me well, but it got old quickly. My life lacked a sense of purpose and it made me uneasy. Thus, I returned to waiting tables and professional job seeking.
After countless hours of soul searching, research, networking emails, and a few tears, I found my way back to where I started from, teaching middle school English (which I’ve been doing for the last four years).
I am passionate about many things and will try anything within reason and my price range. These are many things that are constantly on my mind: What should I write next? Could I make it as a food critic? What book should I read next? Should I go swimming today? Has anyone ever gone out for “just one drink”? Why can’t I ever apply the AP chemistry I learned to my real life? How can I incorporate conversational French into my every day life? Why don’t taxis accept Metro Cards? Why can’t I get over the ’90s? Wherever did I put my graphing calculator? Will Manhattan real estate ever become affordable again?
This is a two-way street here, people. I don’t want to do all of the talking (although I will). Feel free to comment anywhere on this blog or drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.