It is not yet official, but my move from the eclectic weather of the West Coast to the seasonally extreme survivalist weather of the East Coast is calling me. I originally wanted to move to Paris, and I will someday because it too calls. But for now my decision to move out of my home town is long overdue. I feel like I have been pushed aside like an unused napkin at my favorite restaurant. Well, not so much “pushed aside” as I believe there is nothing in this city for me to thrive on anymore.
Case in point:
Few straight men who aren’t already coupled up and those who are my age date 20 year-olds.
Few male/female friends and associates who are my age and single, everyone’s a grandparent looking to retire by now.
Work is hard to find that isn’t the typical city job with benefits, been there, done that. And, unfortunately my work skills seem nearly outmoded in this generation with the exception that I acquired some HTML skills from manipulating online websites.
Middle class people who look like me, including some friends, have all moved out of the city to find work making San Francisco nearly less blended.
I am no longer motivated to live in the laid-back environment of California.
Why Brooklyn? Well, NYC itself is VERY blended, although, some boroughs are more blended than others, obviously. But, Brooklyn is away from the “hubub,” Manhattan, basically. I think it is where I need to be, a quiet shut-in of a writer/creative artist who lives in a semi-hip, non-Manhattan-where-everything-exists-only area. Now, I hate the idea of hustling and holding down ten jobs just to survive like people in New York tend to do, I’ve seen it in action. And, I don’t plan to “work where I can find it” and live in a hovel with strangers with my two elderly pussies in tow struggling to survive with no heat or air conditioner. This is the reason I chose not to move to the East Coast last year. Plus, I had my ailing mom to consider and bills and debt to pay, still do. Yes, I held myself back from fear of failing, basically.
But, San Francisco has become an extremely expensive place to reside for a single mid-life gal without a rich boyfriend or “dependents.” And I have no reason to live here anymore, not really. I am, therefore, ready and motivated to move on and live in a town that will push me off the comfort of my flat black bottom and into the world of “movers and groovers.” I am ready to find the right job, support myself and flourish with my hobbies which is encouraged, I’ve seen it in action in the East Coast. I was always the type who needed to be pushed forward just a little, might as well be now. Besides, life is nothing if one is not moving forward and I am truly sick and tired of WATCHING everyone else move forward while I remain in one spot struggling.
I believe I have faced my fears and insecurities and I am actively pushing myself forward and onward. I am now focused on what I want and what will make me happy. I am ending one chapter and beginning another to finally carve a name and place for myself before I blend into the earth.
So there it is and here I am and onward I push. Don’t wish me luck, just wish me well. Thanks!
L.D., a future Bay Area Brooklyn Belle