Today was my last full day living in NYC for the next six months (likely). It was a very hard day for me. A day that pushed me to the verge of tears many times.
I know to some of you that may sound ridiculous. You’ll say, don’t be so dramatic, you’ll be back in six months stop whining. And the truth is the future isn’t certain. While I personally want to get back to living in NYC as soon as I can, that is not guaranteed.
I suppose it’s so hard for me to leave because this is the place that taught me how to be a man and how to really make it on my own. I came here with one friend, who moved to Texas a few months after I got here. Over this past year and four months, I’ve gained a group of friends, weekend hobbies, started a committed relationship with a wonderful young lady. I’ve built a routine, developed my personality, found a great church community, and got into the best shape of my life. All of this has been me forging who I am when I’m on my own and I really like what I’ve built.
To leave all that is difficult but there are many other factors that make it hard.
I keep thinking about the fact that I know it’s God’s will for me to go on this new journey. The signs are all there. It’s just very hard. I can now really relate to Jonah from the Old Testament.
