Why I'm Leaving New York City

Photo Credit: MTAPhotos (Flickr) So obviously I've shared all of my freak out moments about leaving New York, but I haven't share exactly why we're leaving. Maybe I should.

I love New York. I really do. There's just something about it. The energy. The people. I don't even know how to describe it. It was actually a huge dream of mine to live here. And I can remember my first trip here. I was so envious of people who actually lived here. I wanted it so bad that, at times, I actually felt really sad about it. I never felt it was something that was even possible. Man, if 34-year-old Jess could talk to 25-year-old Jess.

So it might come as a surprise to a lot of people that I'm leaving this place. It actually came as a surprise to me. If you had asked me four years ago, when I first moved here, I would have told you I was here for the rest of my days on this earth. In fact, I did tell many people that. I truly believed then that I had found my calling in life. It was to be in NYC. I finally felt home, like I belonged. I had finally made it. All of those things I'm assuming people who first live out their dream feel.

But now things have changed. A lot. So here are the reasons I'm leaving New York City. In no particular order.

I miss my family.

Honestly, I hate being so far away from my family. I really felt it last year when we were planning the wedding. And even more so now that we're married and are hosting things without them. I want to be able to see them when I want. I don't want to have to rent a car and then drive 12 hours because it takes us 3 hours just to get out of NYC. I don't want to have to take a plane. I just want to go see them for the day or a couple of days. When I want. I miss doing that. My mom is getting older and, well, I don't need to explain that. Mr. T's family is also in the Midwest and he's in the same boat as me.

I want space.

I never thought I would say this, but I want a house. A bigger space. Not some ginormous thing that you can fit a family of 12 in. But just a place where we can have an actual dining room. Where we can have room to entertain more than four people without moving furniture. And closets. And space to store things so I don't have to go to IKEA every month to buy shelves.

I want a simpler life.

I don't even know how to explain it, but everything in New York seems complicated. Getting somewhere depends on trains. Buying things depends on how much we want to/can carry. I feel guilty if I stay home at night because I'm missing all the fun right outside my door. I feel like everything I want to do depends on something else. It's exhausting. All I want to do is go for a walk with my husband (and the dog we will have). Sit on the porch with coffee (and yell at the neighbor kids of course). Sit in the backyard with a cocktail. I miss all of that so much. And in New York, you have to leave your apartment to get any of that (at least in my case). I want peace, quiet, simplicity.

NYC has made me terrified of, well, pretty much everything.

It sounds really weird that a city like this could ever make you afraid of anything. You'd actually think it would make you fearless. Well, not so much. I'm actually terrified of a lot of really stupid stuff. Like sleeping when it's totally dark outside. (I seriously had to have Mr. T go to the bathroom with me when we stayed at a cabin upstate because I pictured faces outside in the darkness. I still see those faces!) Swimming in a lake. Putting my feet in the grass. Being around nature. Falling through pretty much everything. Seriously, you guys, these are normal things here. Normal things that people do every day. And I am scared of them all.

I don't want to pay $100 a month to do my laundry anymore.

This is no joke my friends. That's literally what we pay. Some people might say that we're spoiled because we drop it off and someone else does it. Well to that I say shut your face. I honestly look forward to doing my laundry. It's way easier to do my laundry. I don't drop it off because it's more convenient. It's actually not. It's a pain in the ass. And, yeah, we could totally walk to the same place and do it ourselves, but it would pretty much cost the same. So, like I said, I don't want to pay that anymore.

I am tired of paying so much to do everything.

We once spent $80 on brunch. And that might not seem like a lot in NYC, but this wasn't some fancy exciting restaurant. It was just a plain old restaurant, folks. And frankly, we're both tired of it. Everything in this damn city costs so much. Rent. Food. Water. I don't know how you afford normal things in NYC without being a billionaire.

I don't want to spend another summer in New York City.

New York is beautiful when the weather is nice. But it's also a gross, smelly, sweat fest. Have you ever smelled the air after trash has been sitting for days in the summer? Everywhere you go is hot. You can't get away from it. Last year our power went out (during the hottest week of the year) for no reason. NO REASON. It was just our apartment and one other.

I'm married to someone who's success depends on us leaving.

I knew quite some time ago, when Mr. T and I had that serious talk about what we want out of life, that marrying Mr. T meant leaving eventually. He's worked so hard to get where he is and I can do what I do anywhere so it doesn't make sense to stay.

NYC is making me angry and impatient.

I don't know if it's the fact that everything is accessible all the time or what it is, but I'm so freaking impatient. I mean, I kinda already am that way, but NYC just brings that out in me.

NYC is making me hate people.

Have you ever walked behind a group of tourists? Have you ever walked up the stairs to the subway only to realize there is someone at the top blocking the entrance because he/she needs to make a phone call? Have you ever been told a cab can't take you home because they don't go to Brooklyn? People in NYC don't really care about you and while sometimes that's nice, like the times I've been hunger and I just want to get some damn pizza rolls and not talk to anyone. But it's actually making me lose my faith that there are good people in the world.

I am tired of NYC and I want something different.

Honestly, I am just tired of NYC. It's hard for me to admit that because I haven't lived here that long. Part of me wonders if I'm a sell out or if I just couldn't handle it or something. Maybe both of those things are true, but so be it. I am just tired of living in NYC. I guess the honeymoon stage is over and all of the things I thought were cute about this place aren't anymore. I'll always have a special place in my heart for NYC, but living here just doesn't do anything for me anymore.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying this is a horrible place. It's not. NYC is an amazing place and I have loved living here. I feel incredibly blessed for my time here. And I think anyone and everyone should do it if they get the chance. It's just, it's my time to leave.

And, in case this doesn't explain it enough, read this post from The Onion.