This may not come as much of a shock to those of you who keep up with this blog, but it is the first time I've made a commitment to myself to actually do it.
I'm both unbelievably excited and completely terrified about this decision.
I will not be able to afford living in a place like this below...but wow, would I just love to call this little place home:
I'm not getting any younger, and I'm tired of feeling like too many years have gone by hating where I live.
I'm tired of feeling regret for not at least trying to do something about this perpetual longing of mine to live in New York City.
Home is where the heart is, and mine has long been in NYC.
Despite the fact that I don't currently live there, I am, without a doubt in my mind, a New Yorker.
Granted, I would definitely feel completely at home and content living in Boston, or anywhere in the New England area, really.
Truth is, I really love those places too.
I'm actually quite torn between the two; but the edge goes to NYC right now because the company I work for is based there -- so in order to keep my seniority and leverage my experience and knowledge of the company, it just makes sense to try and stay with them in the short term.
I figure if I can spend at least a few years there, maybe finish school there, decide what direction I want my career to go, and simply enjoy life in NYC to the fullest before I (hopefully) begin a family someday.
That, to me, would be perfect.
If the day comes where I'm lucky enough to finally start a family, then I think that would be the right time for me to move to Massachussetts or even New Hampshire.
I think it's going to take a while to find a job in NYC, due to the current job market; but for the first time ever, I'm really serious about it.
I just hope I don't lose my nerve or get discouraged.
It will not be easy, by any strech of the imagination, but I'm finally going to go for it.