An Ode to 2019.
2019 was a lethal combination of high highs and low lows. In 2019 I graduated from college, fell for someone, un-fell for that same someone, moved to NYC, started a thrilling career, dated around, made new friends, loathed myself-loved myself, traveled, and most of all… learned. 2019, I loved you so dearly, but I am ready for you to go, excited for 2020… she seems great.
Every year, like most of my fellow friends and readers, I set goals that I truly feel will be accomplished in the new year. 70% of the time, something doesn’t get accomplished… is this a flaw? Don’t think so, let’s not talk about it. My 2020 goals are truly exciting, they inspire and encourage me which is all I can ask for at the moment. And even better, I’m excited to carry through these goals- getting to the holy grail- in New York.
If you’ve read my New York Gritty you’ll know I’ve now been in NYC for a little over half a year. I guess in the grand scheme of things, half of a year doesn’t seem that long, but oh how I’ve changed in these last 6 months. I finally feel like I live here, NYC is home (although unsure for how long), I’ve accepted it for what it is, and now bask in the glory of the grit. I wallow in the dust magnet- rat infested- every so stimulating- beautiful New York.
So, goodbye, farewell to 2019. 2020, you enliven me.
-Syd