To New York. Just writing that seems absolutely insane.
Last year was my senior year of high school. By May first, I had decided on a college. I had even made a draft of a post to announce where I would be moving (SoCal!) . And then I got a call about a waitlist, and suddenly I wasn’t going to college in the fall. I wasn’t moving to California at the end of the summer. Instead, I was in limbo. As many longtime readers know, I’ve spent the past 8 years going to and working at a camp in Vermont. So I did that until the end of the summer, and then I went home and started my gap year.
I didn’t know what I was doing, or even what I wanted to be doing. I worked a lot, at a lovely little boutique near where I live (which if you’re ever in New Hampshire, you should definitely check out!). I wrote more posts for this blog than I ever had before. I started doing informational interviews and doing scary things like sending off resumes, looking at openings in LinkedIn, and trying to find something to do during my year.
Like most young, naive, overzealous people interested in fashion, at the forefront of my mind was moving to New York. I wanted to see what it would be like to live somewhere where there aren’t more cows than people, where there are runway shows and Condé Nast offices. I wanted to walk down the street and see more than a smattering of Patagonia and North Face. I applied at what felt like hundreds of places for jobs, internships, anything to shove my foot a little farther into the door of fashion.
Somehow, through a series of events I don’t understand, I got a job in New York. That was two weeks ago. Last Friday I picked up my things (let’s be real, mostly just all of my shoes) and moved to the city.
As I write this, I’m sitting in my apartment, hearing cars go by, people next door speaking Dutch, and my radiator make very scary noises. And it feels pretty great.
So here’s to the beginning of a new(ish) chapter in the life of No Longer Grey, in which I live in a place with more than one grafitti wall, and do my best to make it in New York.
As always, thank you all so much for your support. It truly means the world to me. Without all of you, and without No Longer Grey, I wouldn’t be in New York. I’m so excited to be here- regardless of if I’m here for one month or five, I’m here.