My secondary plan was to write a post about exiting the Apple immediately following exiting the Apple.
There was a tertiary plan in which I would discuss exiting the Apple on our way across the country, the Apple growing smaller and smaller until it just disappeared behind vast midwestern nothingness and mountain ranges and desert-like swells but let's be real: There just wasn't enough time. Why?
Because the process of exiting the Apple is overwhelming.
It is an overwhelming process that eats up every single ounce of your time and then some, like, all of the time that you had on reserve, and it depletes you of all of your energy, hurling all of these stresses on top of you out of nowhere and in such a high volume that it feels fictional.
The only thing more overwhelming?
Settling into an entirely new city all the way across the country.
I'm nearly four weeks out and three weeks in. Let's discuss it. Let's discuss the whole damn thing. Yeah?
First of all, there are things that you should just kinda know when you're attempting to move out of New York. Things that no one would ever think to tell you but are, nonetheless, universal truths that would behoove you to have some pre-warning about.
And you have to be patient. Fact. Because whatever that thing is that you need? It'll pop up when you need it most. (It's the dumbest. ALL of these points are the dumbest, I know they're the dumbest, and the dumbest part is that they're all remarkably true.) We signed our lease the night before we left New York. I've been offered seven jobs in the past three days, and the calls aren't stopping.
And we'll get bookcases eventually. And I'll get cuter sandals.
And I am (somehow) getting bills paid.
And I made us ridiculous breakfast sandwiches on store-bought garlic bread the other day, so living tight can't be all bad.
And regardless, regardless of the hurdles, there are things that are just working:
There's the beach.
There's hiking, in what's essentially our backyard.
There's friends that we've been able to run out and see at a moment's notice because it only takes ten minutes to get to them as opposed to an hour. Or more.
There's the fact that I haven't seen my boyfriend this happy in years.
There's the fact that I'm signing with an agent tomorrow.
There's the fact that we drove 3150 miles to get here. From the Apple to my hometown, across the midwest to Kansas City, past a million and seven windfarms and over the Rockies, across prehistoric looking landscapes and the wide wide desert and into Vegas. We moved our life across the country. And we're here. And we earned it.
And somehow, despite the rocky journey behind us and the potentially rocky Unknown before us, we know that we're precisely where we need to be. That's the one thing that is Known. And for now, that's plenty.
And, for the record, New York? I can't thank you enough.