When I first moved to New York I was so excited thinking about all the possibilities. But at some point I lost that excitement and forgot about all the possibilities. I got in a rut. I wanted comfort. I missed the idea of being home and having a sense of familiarity. I allowed myself to focus on everything I didn't have instead of thinking about all the new things I've learned and gained. At this point I've been living in New York for 1 year and 5 months. When I first moved here I was living with family, but by April I moved into an apartment with roommates. That's exactly what I wanted, to be able to live on my own and be independent. But somewhere down the line, I started feeling trapped, stuck, and helpless, like this wasn't my choice. By some unforeseen case of bad luck, my life was doomed to be a hopeless loser living with 3 strangers and there's nothing I or anyone else can do about it. I allowed myself to wallow in self-pity thinking woe me, my life is miserable. I want more, and we should always want to do better, but not if we can't ever enjoy where we are currently at. Everything about my move to New York was and is a blessing. I had family who was kind enough to let me live with them, I came up with no job in July and by September I was working two jobs, and now I live in a cute little neighborhood tucked away in Queens only 20 minutes from Manhattan. Today, I went for a jog at a beautiful park close to my house and I thought, "wow, why haven't I done this before?". It's so beautiful and so relaxing and it cost me nothing. New York is an expensive city, but if you really take your time and just enjoy it there are lots of things that are free.