This started out as a totally different post but then I started writing and spilling my guts and we’re just going to roll with it, k?
I’m not going to lie… I felt a little nostalgic visiting New York last week.
The weather was perfect, I got to see my family and catch up with old friends, and I made a point to make reservations at one of my favorite restaurants for every meal of my stay. Strangely, actually being in New York was the first time since the move that I felt like I really missed it.
Moving my business across the country has been pretty stressful. I’ve been overwhelmed by new permits and taxes, nervous about hiring my first employee, anxious about dips in sales while we tried to figure out a new routine. Then there’s the sadness of missing my parents (who are moving out of my childhood home), siblings (who are starting new chapters in college and New York), and best friends (who are all basically kicking ass and taking names and making me super freaking proud just to know them — sorry to be such a sap). I think it’s easy to glamorize independence and risk and self-employment but the past few months have knocked me down more times than I care to admit.
I hate to be a downer on anyone’s day but I guess I like to record these moments of feeling “less than” because these lulls are all just part of the story and I want to remind myself and all of you that whatever you’re dealing with will pass. There’s so much I want to do — with my blog, my boutique, my actual offline life — and on days like today it’s pretty cool to know there are a bunch of you out there with similar dreams, struggles, goals, and uncertainties getting through it just like I am.
Thanks for hearing me out, friends. Mad love.