When I
was fifteen I had an idealistic mind. I imagined myself married by the age of
twenty four and two children on the way before I turned thirty. As I got older,
those ideals changed. When I was twenty, I didn’t want to have children anymore
and I didn’t want to be married anytime soon. Now I’m thirty and of course, my
ideas about love and my future life have changed once more.
I’ve learned a lot since I was
fifteen. I have been fortunate enough to be able to travel, to attend college,
and graduate school. I have moved five times in the past four years, getting a
taste of three out of the five boroughs New York City has to offer. Now I am
living in North Carolina. For my British friends, North Carolina is about nine
hundred and nine kilometers from New York. Needless to say, life down here is
much different.
After separating from my husband of
a year and a half, I was left alone to figure out life in this new part of the
country. A part of the country that I have always wanted to live in. And a part
of the country that has, more times than not, made me feel like an outcast with
a giant scarlet letter adhered to my chest.
New Yorkers wear the old Frank
Sinatra line (if you can make it here,
you can make it anywhere) like a badge of honor. And I’ll be the first to
admit that I was one of those people. I used to believe people who lived
anywhere else outside of New York City had it easier. They wouldn’t understand
how hard it was to deal with constantly being broke. Or not being able to find
a new job. Even small things like dating, or being able to spend time with your
friends all seemed to be easier from the outside view.
Having said that I still believe it’s
okay to dream about living a town, or a city, or even another country. You
should always want more out of life. Not in an impulsive way (I need to move every few years to see
everything). But in a way that keeps you motivated. Keeps you hoping that
things can be better, or keeps you thirsty for new cultures.
And to make things clear, I don’t regret
where I live now. I actually love it here. But the hard lesson I learnt is that
there is no utopian town. There is no perfect city where everyone will like you
and you’ll be offered a job as soon as you arrive. There is no perfect
relationship; whether that means with your partner, your friends, or your
family.
There is no perfect love- but if you look
hard enough, you’ll find someone who is perfect for you.
So after living for 30 years, here
are the three important realizations I’ve had-
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Relationships
require work on both ends, just showing up isn’t enough.
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Your
friends are not the exact same people you knew in High School anymore. They have careers and families and will often
be busy. So if you want to keep your friendships alive, you have to stay in
contact with one another. One of my friends and I used to exchange weekly
Sunday e-mails when we went off to different colleges. Anything helps!
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And
lastly, you are not the exact same
person you were fifteen, ten, or maybe even five years ago. So cut yourself
some slack. You did things you shouldn’t have done but eventually you have to
forgive yourself before those demons prevent you from being the person you are
supposed to become. Don’t miss out on something potentially wonderful out of
fear of it falling apart.
To quote A Cinderella Story, “Never let the fear of striking out keep you
from playing the game.”
Jill is the author of What Happens to Men When They Move to Manhattan? and We've Always Got New York, both available now and published by Harper Impulse.
That's some wise advice right there! I loved turning 30 - suddenely I felt like I could stop trying to project who I am to the world- and just be me. Fab post! x
ReplyDeleteIt is definitely a coming of age of sorts. Wonder if 40 will be the same?
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