The First Step is Always the Scariest

It’s been over a year since I got on an airplane with 1 oversize suite case, a piece of a plan and the sheer determination to not spend another winter in Minnesota ever again. When I landed in New York I remember thinking, “Wow I really don’t have a return ticket..” It was a feeling that was simultaneously exciting and quite scary. My short time here has been an adventure–one that has taught me more about myself than I ever expected. New York has humbled me–there’s nothing like sitting next to a sleeping homeless person on the train to make you appreciate having a roof over your head every night. New York has shown me what it means to grind–working 12 hour days is the norm, working 16 hour days then going out to network afterwards–THAT is a grind. Most importantly New York has shown me that my faith is far stronger than I realized and I’m really just as strong as everyone has always said. That being said if you know me you know that I’ve always said my dream job is to be a travel writer. I love to travel. I love to write. And people get paid to do both so why can’t I? I know that writing isn’t a secure career but it’s what I love. And it’s something that I’m pretty good at. I don’t expect to start as the Senior Staff Writer at a Hearst publication but I’ll get there if that’s my path. I’ve sent out a few resumes for internships/free lance gigs to a few lifestyle publications here in the city as well as a few in Atlanta and I actually have an interview tomorrow with a media management company for an internship. In the mean time I probably need to get a job with a salary. I don’t intend on quitting real estate, I just need to add something that pays consistently. I truly have no idea how this is going to play out but it feels good to have taken the first step.