New York, Be Kind
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
These are the last few lines of a poem by W.B. Yeats and I am using them as current inspiration for my impending move to New York City tomorrow.
Any big move in a life is scary, and even though this is not the first time I've done this, I am still nervous. But on the other end of the spectrum, I am ecstatic! I get to move to New York City; a place I've dreamed about ever since I was a kid.
I guess all I want from this move is to have everything go well. I know there's no way to actually control how things go, but I just want the smoothest transition possible. Thankfully, every time I've moved in the past, things have ended up going my way, and I really hope to continue that streak.
I also want to love New York. I'm going into this transition with a positive attitude and hopefulness that I adore this city and all it has to offer. I think the reason I hated Los Angeles was because I went there assuming I'd hate it, and I truly did.
So, as the poem says, I am laying out all of me in this move to New York, and I hope I am not tread all over by it. I will not end up broken by whatever the city throws at me. My dreams will not be dampened by what I find there. At this point in my life, all I have are my dreams, and they are what drive me to be as ambitious as I am.
New York, be kind to me.
(P.S. By the next time I post, I'll officially be a New Yorker!)