Happy 1 month “haven’t died or gotten fired from my internships since I moved to NYC” anniversary to me. I have mixed feelings, which I didn’t expect because I’ve dreamt of living here my entire life. Getting (almost) exactly what you want doesn’t guarantee perfection. I also didn’t realize how living in such a big city could make me feel as lonely as I do. But then I think of how many people have told me how I’ve been so “brave” and “gutsy” or whatever, and I feel a little less shitty. I’m a lucky little lady at the end of the day. No matter what I want to stay, and I want to be happy, goddammit.