New York: A Candid Reflection on Settling In

Preface:
This post was written during our first week in New York and just now I am confident enough to share it since the feelings have begun to subside and I have adopted new routines and settled comfortably into big city life.  So although the things I miss are still present on my heart, my excitement for this adventure and my immense love of what I am learning is now what prevails.  However, the road to get here took a little transitional time.  So here is a bit about that…

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This post has been inspired, and in a sense commissioned by my dear friend Linh, who like me has uprooted her entire life from our mutual island home and left all that is familiar (including our mothers, who are also our best friends) to pursue graduate school far away.  She encouraged me to continue writing through the hard stuff in order to reflect, even though instinctually I hesitate to be vulnerable, in part because I feel like I should be feeling nothing but spine tickling excitement by living in Manhattan and commencing my studies at an historic, respected ivy league institution.

However, it hasn’t been a seamless, simple transition as part of heart is still on the west coast with those I cherish most.   My loving mentor teacher and beautiful sister have both reminded me that this is okay, that I am like them and that it takes some people more time than others to settle into new routines.  Then one of my best friends, Jacob, asked me to give him the gamete of things that were weighing on my heart in my most trying moments.

That list was easy to comprise: being away from my mom, how I have a group of very special friends who I do a book club (turned trashy TV watching) with and how much their silent and spoken weekly support grounds me, the comfort of working and teaching in a school district I know and love, being in a different timezone than my colleagues and best friends who I went through my teacher training with, craving simple things like the ocean, being across the continent on my nieces birthday or family dinners with the Jordan’s, butternut squash soup at fifth street with my dad and brother, feeling lost without the plethora of immediate family we have that weaves a little protective net around us, being absent for the births of children born to well loved friends when I already deeply love their newest additions from afar, the desire to walk through cook street village, that if I think too hard these several months away from all that I mentioned seems like an eternity, the wobbly confidence I have in myself on how to tackle the new obstacles of graduate school and the cruel, illogical self doubt that comes with considering if I am able at all.  After hammering it all out in a text his question and my answers only served to compile all the emotions to a pinnacle and made the world seem even heavier to carry.

Then he asked a follow up question: what was it that I was loving about my New York experience?  So that is where I am going to go today.  I am going in with full acceptance of the fact that it is okay to be homesick, it is okay to feel so overwhelmed in a SoHo clothing store that you have an overpowering urge to sit in the middle of the aisle to collect yourself,  it is okay to have a conversation about home with your husband in the middle of a bustling Starbucks outside of New York fashion week and well up with tears and it is okay to sit through a breathtaking church service with your emotions so raw that your eyes brim with tears for the entirety of the two hours.  It is all okay, first because you live in Manhattan and anyone who sees you is sure to encounter someone else doing something way crazier on their walk back home, and second because it will pass and the following is what you have to look forward to…

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Home: Life in Morningside Heights

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Many people have been asking to see our apartment in order to get a sense of the community we are putting our roots down in.  So alas here it is folks.  We live just off the Columbia campus in a great neighbourhood called Morningside Heights.  Everything is within an easy walk of our apartment and we are surrounded by great coffee shops (a must for the Jordan’s), restaurants and bookstores, and there is always an energetic buzz of college life filling the streets no matter what the hour.  We also have easy access to Central and Riverside parks for runs (another Jordan must have), and the church we have been attending is a block and a half up from us (and yet we still manage to be late).  As for our apartment, we are quickly learning that the housing market in Manhattan is as competitive as it is expensive.  So we are counting our lucky stars we got into a university owned building a block from where my classes are held. Our building is a 6 floor pre-war building, and our “penthouse” apartment itself is bathed in a swath of natural light and adorned with a panoply of heritage detail.  Also with the seemingly, soaring ceilings it makes the space feel rather large for being a mere 620 square feet.  So without further ado here are some (iPhone taken) shots of where Jay and I work, study, sleep and play.  If you want to see more you will have to come visit… Continue reading “Home: Life in Morningside Heights”