***SPOILER ALERT: It’s really freakin’ hard!***
It’s been seven months since I picked up my life and moved to another state…alone! And while I don’t regret my decision one single ounce, there’s a part of me that wishes things were a little different. Creating a new network, making new friends and putting down roots in a brand new place as a 30-something adult is hard! Though not surprising… as most of you know, I did it 10 years ago when I moved to Boston, but that was different. My network back in New York wasn’t as great back then because I had recently come out of college, and my priorities then were different, too. Now – 10+ years later doing it all again…man.
Two weeks ago, I celebrated my nine year anniversary of living in Boston. Each year I celebrated that as an accomplishment because I moved from a small town, on my own, with no financial help. Plenty of emotional support along the way though – (thanks, Mom!), but since then – I’ve pretty much been on my own.
Boston is one of the most picturesque cities in the United States. It’s charming, quaint, clean and has stories woven throughout from the historical events that have taken place here. It’s no wonder that it’s consistently rated one of the top cities in America to visit by Travel & Leisure.
mac·a·ron – a small round cake with a meringue-like consistency, made with egg whites, sugar, and powdered almonds and consisting of two halves sandwiching a creamy filling.
When I visit a new city I like to experience it like the locals do. Rarely do I opt to visit/experience a tourist attraction, frankly because I know it’s just that! I’d much rather walk like the locals, talk like the locals and play like the locals – it’s way more fun.