Today I found this amazing article by Ann Friedman, about breaking up with New York. Reading it has completely blown my mind, and solidified my desire to never return to the New York Metropolitan area for a very, very long time. While I originally left because of my poor health (and rest assured, that isn’t getting better anytime soon) the quality of my life has surged since moving to Atlanta. But, this change in direction is something I struggle with daily; New York represents the worst years of my life, struggle, hardship, 12 hour days for below minimum wage, my personal history, my family, my original heart. I love New York! But, I hate it, intensely. Every day all I hear is that I’m crazy for not missing it, that I’m missing out, that I’m losing culture. What’s more, up North is my boyfriend, all of my friends, who I miss so much!! SO, so much, I sometimes can not emotionally handle it. Yet, at the end of the day, I am comfortable with the fact that while I’ll always be grateful for my northern experiences and mentality, I am so happy to be in Atlanta, and am grateful for the warmth and life it has given to me.