midwest to manhattan: my midwest is showing

For whatever reason, New York has always remained in my line of vision and someday I hope to live there. Who doesn't have that dream? Midwest to Manhattan is an ongoing series here on the site, dedicated to folks with connections to both the Midwest and Manhattan.

This month, I wrote about my recent trip to the City and now I'm republishing a portion of an essay written by Sammy over on My Midwest is Showing. This is a stellar piece of writing, folks! Enjoy.

Since moving back to Wisconsin, I often get asked how I’m adjusting to being back in the Midwest. I always answer, “Good!” and then go into some story about my job, or my house, or my website. And the truth is that I am good, but my adjustment has been a lot more complicated than that. 

I first went to New York when I was nine years old. It was magical. Truly. I loved every bit of it – my family did too. We went back two years later, shortly after 9/11. I believe it was this trip when I cut a tiny piece of my heart out, and left it in the city to live forever. That’s how much I loved New York – I wanted part of me to always be there.

I went back to New York for a quick trip when I was 15, and then again when I was 20 or 21 for fashion events. The goal was always to live in New York. I was meant to be there. The people, the places, the vibes, the energy – everything resonated with me and made me feel at home in a way I never did in Wisconsin. I never felt like my interests, style, and energy meshed with the Midwest. As I got older, moving to New York didn’t seem realistic, and even though it was still my dream, I started to accept that it might not be in the cards.

Fast forward to October 2012. I was 22, in my senior year of college, and recently engaged. I got a call from my boss at my internship and was offered a job in New York City. I remember crouching on the floor in my tiny apartment in Madison knowing this was it. This was my chance to go where I belonged. To be reunited with that piece of my heart I had left there.

To read the rest of this essay, you can head on over to Sammy's site by clicking here.