this happened a couple months ago, but it keeps coming into my mind for one reason or another.
a bunch of my friends and I used to always talk about how we'd live in New York together after college. Kaitlin and I, being the only ones motivated enough to actually get jobs, would support ourselves and pay for Eric and Cara to not starve to death until they miraculously landed jobs in the film industry. I would presumably be a rock star in my spare time, that or write for the Colbert Report. Hannah would live across the hall and yell at us if we were too loud after 9 PM. I think we had Jayna in there somewhere as the Kramer-like neighbor who would burst into our apartment and shout ridiculous things from time to time, but I don't quite remember.
obviously, this wasn't meant to be realistic, but I kind of thought at least part of it might happen. I mean, a running theme with Eric and me since junior high has been New York, how much we love it, how we're going to go there and live in the city we've been in love with since we were kids. I knew I wanted to go there, at least. that's why I applied to NYU.
I'm not going into the whole process of how I ended up in Boston instead (it was by choice - let me make it clear for my own ridiculous pride's sake, I did get into NYU) because this post is already going to be too long. but on Easter Sunday this year, I told my family I was going to Boston. and by that point, everyone else had already committed to their respective schools in the greater Pittsburgh area. etc etc.
so we were talking in July, Kaitlin and Eric and I, who were always the main ones going "NEW YORKKKKKK I NEED TO GO TO THERE." we were talking about where we most want to live. and Eric was on about Miami and Honolulu and the Florida Keys because he wants to be a beach bum and have summer all the time. Kaitlin was saying she really wouldn't mind being in Pittsburgh for a while, or living anywhere between here and North Carolina, really. and I honestly haven't a clue where I want to end up - Boston's great, Pittsburgh's the motherland, but I want to see the whole damn country, and after I've seen it, I'll decide where I want to stay. (or maybe I'll go back to Ireland. which is indeed tempting.)
a bunch of my friends and I used to always talk about how we'd live in New York together after college. Kaitlin and I, being the only ones motivated enough to actually get jobs, would support ourselves and pay for Eric and Cara to not starve to death until they miraculously landed jobs in the film industry. I would presumably be a rock star in my spare time, that or write for the Colbert Report. Hannah would live across the hall and yell at us if we were too loud after 9 PM. I think we had Jayna in there somewhere as the Kramer-like neighbor who would burst into our apartment and shout ridiculous things from time to time, but I don't quite remember.
obviously, this wasn't meant to be realistic, but I kind of thought at least part of it might happen. I mean, a running theme with Eric and me since junior high has been New York, how much we love it, how we're going to go there and live in the city we've been in love with since we were kids. I knew I wanted to go there, at least. that's why I applied to NYU.
I'm not going into the whole process of how I ended up in Boston instead (it was by choice - let me make it clear for my own ridiculous pride's sake, I did get into NYU) because this post is already going to be too long. but on Easter Sunday this year, I told my family I was going to Boston. and by that point, everyone else had already committed to their respective schools in the greater Pittsburgh area. etc etc.
so we were talking in July, Kaitlin and Eric and I, who were always the main ones going "NEW YORKKKKKK I NEED TO GO TO THERE." we were talking about where we most want to live. and Eric was on about Miami and Honolulu and the Florida Keys because he wants to be a beach bum and have summer all the time. Kaitlin was saying she really wouldn't mind being in Pittsburgh for a while, or living anywhere between here and North Carolina, really. and I honestly haven't a clue where I want to end up - Boston's great, Pittsburgh's the motherland, but I want to see the whole damn country, and after I've seen it, I'll decide where I want to stay. (or maybe I'll go back to Ireland. which is indeed tempting.)
but - after we all discussed the pros and cons of these various cities - somebody, I think Kaitlin, was like, "I...don't really want to live in New York." and there was this sort of confused general agreement all around. and I was like...shit. when did THAT happen? and I still have no idea. it must have been sometime this year. a lot of things happened this year that I still am surprised by sometimes. the Pens traded Ryan Whitney. I graduated. my brother started high school. I didn't get into Northwestern. I went to London and Dublin. I decided somewhere in there that New York ranks below Boston on the "places I want to live list." I'd just love to know how and why that came to be.
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