One of the hardest things I’ve ever done was leaving my family and community in Maine and moving to New York City to pursue something more. I felt a void in Maine, like I was missing out the great adventures the world has to offer. Frankly, I was bored.
So I left.
Now, three years later, I’m living in an apartment right in midtown, going to school in Columbus Circle and working at one of the busiest restaurants in the city. I love my life, and I wouldn’t change much about it – except for not having my family.
My family is by far the biggest support system I will ever have. Living six hours from them is difficult. I see them about three times a year now, and when I go home, I have to see extended family as well. I don’t get much quality time with my immediate family. Since my mom is so fantastic, she gave up our traditional Thanksgiving and travelled alone to NYC to celebrate with me because I was stuck working that day.
I miss Maine and I miss them. I miss the quiet, fresh wind blowing leaves around the fields. The sunsets. The beach. The nights out on our back porch with all of our family, watching my nephew playing on the lawn until it’s almost completely dark out. I’m here to prove myself, to make myself better, but I’ll never forget where I came from. I’ll never forget the most amazing place that shaped me into the person I am today.