Yes, you read that title correctly. To say I am disappointed is an understatement but at the same time I am buzzing and excited for a whole new adventure. When I moved to the City in Fall of 2017 I moved with low expectations. I promised myself I needed to give it a go before I totally wrote myself off as a city girl. I told myself to give it 5 years.

Growing up relatively close to the city I was almost always unimpressed after lame school trips and family day trips to New York City. Plus, growing up in the back-woods of Upstate people almost always talk down about those down-staters as if they weren’t real “New Yorkers.”

My First Year

My first year in the city was difficult. Moving to a new city and knowing less than a handful of people is hard. New Yorkers are busy, and I mean busy. Making time to meet up with people more than once a month is a task and a half. I learned this so quickly. Out of pure loneliness and a need to survive I started sliding into DMs of other instagram girls to grab coffee and shoot, and make friends. This honestly saved my life. Before this I would come home after work to my apartment and just watch TV and feel sad I couldn’t figure out how to make friends. I met some of my best friends in the city through instagram and I am so crazy grateful for them.

My Second Year

My second year in the city was just about perfect. I was in the swing of city life. I was settled and happy at my job, had established some great friends, and was content. At the tail end of my second year everything changed. My company had decided to get rid of our NYC office and make me a remote employee out of my Brooklyn apartment. The funny thing is that this happened only days after I renewed my lease for Brooklyn apartment. I was angry at first, wishing I had known so I could leave New York and save money but now I am grateful to have had a third year in New York City.

My Third Year

After 2 months of being depressed and out of my routine I was finally back in the swing of things. Being suddenly thrown out of an office setting and into a remote one was a lot to handle. As a social person living alone and not having the social aspect of an office was incredibly difficult for me. Realizing this was the biggest thing I was missing, I decided to make a promise to myself to make weekday social plans 3-4 times a week to cope with my loneliness. Honestly it helped. Before COVID I had a packed schedule and was the happiest I had been in the city yet. That was until COVID came.


When Coronavirus came I had finally hit my stride in working remote in New York and balancing my blog. Things were finally “perfect” again. So quarantine happened. Almost 4 months of being completely alone in my 1 bedroom apartment I was exhausted mentally. The only person I saw on a semi-regular basis was my local pizza delivery man. There were times I didn’t go outside for almost 2 weeks. The lack of social contact paired with the almost constant sound of ambulance sirens outside my apartment did not bode well for my mental health. It was not a good time to say the least.

When late May came there was a serious increase in violence in my neighborhood. There wasn’t a day that went by when someone wasn’t stabbed or shot within a half mile radius of my apartment. On top of that there was constant helicopters circling the sky to monitor BLM protestors almost every weekend. Soon after that the fireworks came every night one block from my apartment from 10 PM to 3 AM. I couldn’t handle it all any longer and escaped to Upstate in mid-June


Ever since the Coronavirus started I had been constantly on Zillow imagining of an escape from New York City, even if it was to only dream. Coming Upstate to clear my mind from the chaos of the city was serious needed. It made me realize I could live happily somewhere and still escape to the city when I needed to. After all it’s only a train ride away. I am much happier here and decided Upstate is the place to be for me for now.

Living in New York City is not worth the price tag for me personally when I work remote, and the things I loved about the city are not there for me to enjoy. I may come back to the city in a few years once things get “back to normal” but I also may go somewhere completely different. Upstate isn’t where I want to ultimately put down roots, but it’s a place I can spend a few years re-evalutate my goals and figure out my next move.

Stay tuned to see where I am exactly moving Upstate, and my next month of moving adventures.