When Is It Over?

How do you know when it’s over?

It feels just like yesterday when I landed at JFK with two oversized suitcases and this dream to create a quality life and pursue my passions for writing.

Fast-forward to three years and I am pretty happy with the outcomes and how things have flourished. But I know this is only the beginning.

In the meantime, I have friends who are closing this New York chapter of their lives and moving onto new places. I have always wondered: how do you know you’re ready to leave? Some said, “You just know.”

As if we are talking about The One – if there is such a thing.

I have been trying to wrap my mind around the influx of incomers and out-goers of New York.  We all have different reasons to why we moved here.

For some, it’s just a pit stop – an experience for a limited amount of time and return back to a place where they truly call Home. For others, including myself, this is the most home I’ve felt in a long time and have no expiration date to when I am leaving.

When those moving dates announcements are made, I get sad and begin to distant myself. This is my coping mechanism when meaningful people flee this City.

I feel like New York teaches one to learn to be detached to people, places, and things.

You move into a new neighborhood and scout your local bodega. You take frequent trips here and see your deli man for the cheese. The next day, the bodega shuts down – without a notice. Now you have to find a new deli man who slices the cheese how you like it.

It’s like that and this actually happened to me.

Do you get what I am trying to say? The complexity of (emotions and) living in New York: the difficulty to make friends and then friends leaving constantly? I guess this is going to be an ongoing problem for me if I am calling New York home for who knows how long…

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Written by Chary