Ok, so here we go... You will be jumping in to my head at a pivotal
time in my life. Welcome and let me introduce myself! I'm Taylor. I'm
from Indianapolis, I moved to New York a little over 6 years ago, and
I'm on the way out. I'm leaving for Dublin Aug. 22nd or should I say 22
August to go to grad school to become some sort of librarian. This is my
ongoing story, for the purpose of sorting through my own reminiscences and reflections and for anyone to read.
I'm a sucker for nostalgia... I'll also be sharing my travel stories and photos, showcasing pin up fashion from time to time, and suggesting DIY project ideas (whether anyone will actually do them or not). Let's get started, shall we?
I'm completely in denial
about the whole move. Living in New York is like being a gang member.
It's hard to live here, but after a couple years, it's hard to imagine
moving anywhere else - You don't have a car, it's hard to move
furniture, you can't save money above your rent to get out, and any
other city just doesn't compare. I was 17 when I got to NYC and I'm
leaving at 23. It's been a good run.. I danced, dated, drank, worked, laughed,
and loved. Oh, and graduated from undergrad somewhere in there. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else for my "coming of age." It's
been a good run... But now it's on to a different scene.
Before
I go, I want to take the opportunity to recap my time in New York. It's
difficult to decide how much to say and how far to dig into my history,
but I'll do my best to entertain myself and, hopefully, anyone reading.
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