Moving your body makes your position change; you're physically not where you just were. Moving your life gives you a life change; you're not going to be in the same mental space as you once were. Most people fear moving like the plague for obvious reasons; like how that Ikea couch is way too damn heavy and poorly built to relocate across the country, or having the anxiety of having to make new friends, and worrying about where you'll get your eyebrows threaded or hair cut. While those are all real concerns, it's a tiny price to pay in comparision to the massive insight you'll gain from moving out of what you already know. ' When I left my small town in Connecticut to move to NYC I remember feeling a rush through my veins, my head would thump …show more content…
just walking through the subways. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Hearing "take either the 4,5, or 6 train Downtown to Brooklyn Bridge City Hall" sounded like Chinese to me. Five years later and I was a New Yorker giving directions before even looking at Google maps. Much like Damon explained it, the New York shininess that once rushed through my veins was now dulling my vibe.
New York and I started disagreeing more and more. Her winters nipped me in the ass time and time again, and her fast pace gave my white hairs at the age of 22. So just like a meloncholy love story, we broke up and I moved to Los Angeles; the one she had always feared was the side-chick. I've lived in Los Angeles for two months, signed my first lease for what any New Yorker would consider a MASSIVE two-bedroom apartment, and leaving the house with sunglasses is now just as crucial as leaving with keys. Life completely changed, and while I'm an advocate for change, it didn't change the fact that adapting is a slow and tedious process. I admit it, my heart was a little droopy at first. My best friends, my family, my sigfig, all in NYC. What the hell was I doing in Los Angeles? I'm an energetic (stressful) person by nature, how did I find myself in the land of the laid-back? My gut told me to buy the one-way ticket out West and yet doubt crossed my mind multiple times throughout the first two weeks. Because when you leave everything that's comfrotable behind, you wonder why you did, It's …show more content…
natural. Then a few weeks in, I started realizing that the people weren't SO terrible, sure, they're never going to be New Yorkers, but I started seeing them for who they were, a bunch of outrageously theatrical characters that made me smile by being their authentic selves. Not better or worse than people in New York, just different. And with the change in perspective came the increase in my happiness.
A few weeks in I stopped trying to fit Angelenos in the same exact space where my New Yorkers permanently live in my heart. In short, I stopped b*tching about the same thing almost everything moans about: "People in LA are the so crappy." Instead, I created a new space for stories of these characters that I meet everyday. Some are aspiring producers, others are YouTubers like us, and of course, there are the classic screenwriters who always have witty punch lines to say. Although sometimes superficial and ridiculous, I appreciate the Angelenos for who they are. In the end, these are the people that will help define my meaning of LA and trying to make them be exactly like my New Yorkers isn't helping
anyone. I came back to NYC for a week to catch up with friends and family and it was like I had a new filter while looking at the overcrowded streets of the city. The same space that used to squeeze the creativity straight out of me now struck my bones with inspiration. I was finally able to avoid extreme frustration while searching for seating in a coffee shop with outlets and free wifi. Instead of flipping out, I laughed at the unecessary stress that I used to put myself through at the small things. I now obeyed crosswalk signs and had the hardest time J-Walking, and really really appreciated the pedestrians on the street at 2AM. I looked up at the buildings and smiled, they smiled back, I was back in my natural habitat; the concrete jungle, feeling like an outsider looking in. I could finally appreciate the beauty of New York without actually living in it. I needed to move on to experience a new lifestyle, because if you don't move, you become stagnant, and eventually dried up ewwwww. So to avoid being a dried up raisin, I'll keep it movin'.
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
It has been said that the grass is always greener on the other side. Being excited about the newness and challenges of a new place may not enable it to stay green for a lifetime, but the new place is a great place to spend the next four years. So even though I lived my whole high school life in one city where there were no actual problems, it still was time for me to move where there were new experiences.
I mean, I’m leaving my whole childhood back in Chicago. I’ll miss my friends so much! My best friend, Tiffany, promised to write me every Sunday with her favorite sparkly orange pen. I’ve always been jealous of her penmanship. On the other hand, I think it’ll be excited to restart in a new city. My life back in Chicago wasn’t exactly adventurous by any means. I don’t possess any one talent, I’m just average. One could compare my existence in this world to that of a dust bunny’s existence in a house. Sure, the City of Angels is substantially larger and a whole lot more diverse than the Windy City, but all in all, a city is a city.
I've loved this city since I was knee-high everything about it sprung out at me, the bright bold lights of times square, the hustle and bustle of Greenwich village and China Town and the serenity of central park. Everything about this city made me feel at home. I stepped out off the corner of pearl street and skipped into the Starbucks coffee shop on the other side of the street. The coffee shop
For many young people, the idea of moving is absolutely forbidden. Why would anyone want to start over, again and again, having to make new routines, meet new people and somehow learn to accept that you won’t be with your friends anymore? Most of us would rather avoid the topic all together, but occasionally, it can’t be helped. People move for many reasons; maybe a tragic event occurred that needs to be escaped, maybe job opportunities popped up, or a job itself even requires the move.
Moving is an emotional event that everyone experiences at one time or another in their life. Nevertheless, visualize yourself moving to a new place to live with people you are not familiar with. How frightened are you at this moment? To intensify it all, you are hesitant of how things will work out and soon come to terms that it's not enjoyable task. In Elsa's case in the short story "Hired Girl" by Alice Munro she was not treated like a human being, given any respect, or compassion what so ever. Since Elsa was treated that way, it left her with many barriers to over come such as feeling like she was only a maid, not being able to eat with other people and socialize, and unable to express her intelligence without being put down.
It’s time to move outside the box, it’s time to find a place for me New York City here I come. I’ve been trapped in Houston for years in the same little district Spring Branch for 8 years, this is the place where I got to learn spanish, and how to have a good garage sell on a rainy saturday, going to choir surrounded by talented singers from all across the world this is the place I was able to break out of my shell and people accepted and, respected my creativity. Now that I’ve experienced the life of being in a small town, I feel it's time to build my confidence level and move to the “Big Apple”.
Moving to and settling in different countries had the most significant impact on me. When a person has lived long enough to learn and adapt to the cultural, social, and behavioral values and traditions but hasn’t lived long enough to call those values and traditions his/her own, the person has gained a vast amount of knowledge and experience but has lost his/her sense of identity.
Both the bright city lights and vast, sweeping spaces of undeveloped country have their diehard fans. While some simply cannot stomach the thought of moving away from the fast pace of city life, others could never imagine living outside of their small town. While both community sizes meet the basic needs of human life, the day-to-day routine of a small-town professional is much different from that of a big-city businessperson. Both lifestyles have something to offer, and each certainly has its merits. Because of this, the right choice of where to live truly depends on an individual’s personality and preferences.
Humans are not stoic creatures. Since the beginning of time nomadic cultures began the influence for the start of complex civilizations. To move is to simply live. Experiencing different environments and people, prompts the concept of evolution. Changing and bettering ourselves to accommodate for the opportunities that are presented. My family and I are an example of these concepts, moving to achieve a better life than the one that was handed to us. November 22nd, 2004, a day that is described as the step forward to another life.
I came with high hopes and aspirations. My hometown is not near Arizona, it is Lake Tahoe, Nevada, so going home for the weekend was simply out of the question. I had a great time for the first month, enjoying freedom. However, I was sitting in my room one night writing a paper with my roommate, and one of my friends from home called me. She said that one of her good friends from high school had just committed suicide earlier that day.
“We’re moving,” said my mother after she had enough. I just wanted to make her happy after everything she had been through. She lived an arduous life: she escaped communist Vietnam, only to settle down and subsequently deal with a decaying marriage that forced her to raise me alone. I didn’t ask questions or wonder about all the things I was leaving behind. In the long run, I just wanted to please everyone.
...o the airport I cried because I didn't want to leave. But my family reassured me that I would be back soon. My dad walked me as far as he could go then we said our goodbyes. Flying back across, I didn't waste a second thinking about being in the air. My fear was no longer there. Now all I thought about was flying back again. In 3 months I was on another plane, moving to California to be with my family.
No matter how exciting the reason behind a move — perhaps a longed-for retirement or a new career — relocation isn’t easy for anyone.
No one ever really wants to move. However, sometimes you have to. When you have to move, you want to do everything that you can to make your move easier on you. Thinking ahead and making a plan will make your move easier.