New York, New York????

My friend Melissa who I met during the Cornerstone Institute last summer in California just invited me to come out and live in the extra room in her apartment in....New York City.

New York City.

She said it to me, said, "come out and live in our extra room for $500 a month (which is like obscenely cheap for NYC). You belong on the East Coast." Of course immediatly I said no, I can't do that.... but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized that it wasn't true. I could of course do that. Of course I could. Now is the perfect time, actually. I don't have a job I'm in love with, I don't have a significant other to worry about leaving, I could even possibly have someone take over my half of the lease.... I have my friends, who are incredibly important to me, but that's about it.

What's stopping me? And why does this idea excite me so very, very much? The thing that has always stopped me from going out to New York is that I didn't know anyone and I didn't have any place to live. Or a job, but you can always find a job. Hotels and banks are almost always hiring, and I have experience in both of those fields. But now, suddenly, those two other criteria were met. I have some money saved up, enough to make the move, I could sell my car and make even more, because who the hell has a car in New York?

It would be an adventure of the truly first class, and the more I've been thinking about it the more I realize that if I don't do it, I may feel disappointed in myself, as though I had somehow let myself down and been a coward. I'm usually pretty well-thought out, a planner, you might say, but suddenly I don't want to plan. Suddenly this feels like the break in the clouds I didn't know I was looking for.

Am I moving to New York?