I gave my friend Molly a hug, as I mentally scanned the apartment one last time. Did I grab my wallet? My passport? My notebook filled with endless pages of ideas? The couch I had called my bed for the last several months was soon to be retired. New York had won, I had lost. I said goodbye, defeated.
Just 12 months earlier, life was looking up.
I had graduated from University, landed what I thought was my dream job, and was ready to take NYC by storm.
It started out fine enough. I met some awesome people. Got accustomed to the city that never sleeps, and set out to build a life I was proud of.
But then the momentum started to fade.