It was a little over a year ago that I put in my notice at work, but it wasn’t a two-week notice. It was a 4-5 month notice. I had made the decision. Taken the plunge. It was official – I was moving from Gainesville, Florida to New York City.
For those who know me, know that it took me years to commit to moving out of Gainesville – out of my comfort zone. I moved from Miami to Gainesville in 2007 for college, and then never left. No, I wasn’t a career student. I graduated in 2011 and started working for UFHealth/Shands with the intention of working for a year and going back to school. Let’s just say, that didn’t exactly happen. Six years later, I was leaving my work family with no known plan. I had no job lined up. I had no job prospects at this point – I had a Bachelor’s, two graduate certificates (Medical Anatomy & Public Health w/ a concentration in Epidemiology), and 6 years of experience, and I couldn’t get a call for an interview.
May 31st, 2017 came quicker than expected. I moved out of my apartment in Gainesville to Miami to watch my parents for a few weeks before I was off to New York mid-June. Still no bites on jobs. I applied to everything that piqued my interest, and some that didn’t, but I was desperate.
June 15th came around and I flew to NYC. There I was walking up to baggage claim at LaGuardia when I spotted him. Michael surprised me and met me at the airport to welcome me to the city and help me with my things. Thank God, because I had way too much stuff to handle alone.
I unpacked my belongings into our studio apartment, but it didn’t quite feel like home. I was happy to finally no longer be in a long-distance relationship, but at the same time, I felt a little lost. My kitty, Percy, was still in Miami with my parents and I wouldn’t get to go home to get him until August. I was jobless. The friends I had in the city had all settled into their own routines and lives and I wasn’t part of it. I spent each day looking for jobs, wandering around our neighborhood, and spending a lot of time reading at various parks.
I had spent the last 6 years pouring everything I had into working. Not having a job for ~5-6 months left me feeling empty and without a purpose. It wasn’t until the beginning of October that I got a call for an interview for the job I now have.
It has been 7.5 months since I moved and so much has happened. Looking forward to the new opportunities, new friends, new places, and new adventures.