Yesterday I was reminiscing over the excitement of signing my lease, and today I’m preparing for the inevitable – moving out of this beautiful city.
Everyone has their qualms with this place, but it’s hard to argue that it’s not a worthwhile place to be. I fought hard to go against the grain, but I got sucked in during July of 2011 and never looked back. New York was referred to as “home” from then on out, and I was determined to move in the next summer, which I did.
I knew the only place I wanted to be – Greenwich Village.
It’s no secret to anyone, at all, that I “belong in another time period”. I hate technology. I use it, but I hate it. I listen to my music on vinyl. I like “old hippie music”. I’ve always been very into my astrological sign and wanted to be in an artistic community and have a tendency to say “man” a lot.
The Village just ain’t what it used to be, though, and that’s no secret either. Please take note of this recent BuzzFeed article and do notice how many Village places were taken over by NYU.
But once in awhile, you get a whiff of that spirit. You can feel the energy. New York has a certain buzz about it at all times anyway, but there’s just something about the Village.
There was a saying that goes “nothing good happens above 14th street” and I stick to it. If I step outside the Village lines, I get a little bit antsy to get back. I’ve never been a crowd person, and the Village isn’t all that crowded. It’s quiet and pretty and yes, super expensive, but, you only live once, right?
Anyway. I’ll miss this place. It will always be home, and always mean the world to me. I hope one day to move back into the Village, but I know right now I need to get out and try something new, as much as it pains me. It’s something I just need to keep reminding myself.