Moving
So the day has come. 12 years living in the big city and now I’m leaving. I’ll be here most days for work though, but this won’t be my home anymore. The New York I fell in love with so many years ago isn’t the same. It’s a different place and a different time. Not just regarding the city, but for me personally as well.
I came NYC years ago as a college student. Soon after graduation, my girlfriend (and future wife) moved in with me in a small 1 bedroom apartment in the Lower East side (which I later found out was directly across the street from where my Grandfather lived some 60 years prior). We moved a couple times over the years, always staying in the neighborhood and finally got married three years later. Two years after that we were planning for a baby. Though you plan and dream about all the wonderful things you hope to do when you have a kid, it almost always changes. Especially when it comes down to what is best for your child. I’m not saying NYC is a bad place to raise a child, but I’m not sure it’s the place I envisioned him growing up in. Maybe I did, but you’re suddenly faced with realistic things, things you never considered before becoming a parent became a reality.
I’m not sure I’m personally ready to leave though, but this seems to be something out of my control. When you become a parent, you begin to make sacrifices that you never expected to make. You actually stop becoming so involved in yourself, and start putting others ahead of you. For some, that’s a hard thing to come to terms with. I for one knew that’s what was going to happen, and honestly, It was the hardest thing to come to terms with for myself. I prepared myself for the “me” show to become the “baby” show. In a way, I was letting go of all the things I wanted to accomplish, and putting them on the back burner. Thankfully, after almost 14 months, I’m still trying to achieve all that I want to accomplish, just with a little bit of scheduling and readjusting. It’s tougher and not as free as it once was, but those are the things you give up when you become a parent. For me, and hopefully other parents, these are things that really don’t matter as much to you anymore when you have a child. You think it matters, but you soon realize it doesn’t. So even though leaving New York is sad, with the feeling that I’m leaving things unfinished, I’m ok with it. It will be there when I need it, but for now, it’s the beginning of what Jagger needs.
We’re making this move to better our future, I hope. Though we can’t predict anything, you go into things hoping and wishing it becomes the things you always envisioned. Only time will tell if that all becomes true or not. Hopefully it does. Hopefully we’ll be happy and hopefully it’s all for the best.
Maybe I need to leave the big apple in order to fall in love with it again.
And for those of you that don’t read my posts, but just enjoy the pictures of Jagger, here’s one of him being packed up and shipped away.