Oh, hello!
Welcome! Today is October 3rd (insert Mean Girls reference here). A few years back I had a blog and I found it a cathartic way to get at that annoying itch we all sometimes feel. You know the one I'm talking about... when you have something to say but you're not really sure how. Or when you simply need a new outlet for all of the craziness happening in your head.
Oh, background, ok sure. Let's go.
My name is Danielle and I've been living in New York City for the last 9 months. Specifically I moved here on New Year's Eve (yes, you read that right). Why did I move to the craziest city after living in the 'burbs the majority of my life? Well, in a nutshell... I got divorced and needed a new life. There's more to the story and we'll get to that eventually. For now we can cover the basics.
I left my now ex-husband on March 1, 2018 but found that I was struggling a lot. Nothing really seemed right. When the divorce court date was set it was like a light-bulb went off telling me, "You can leave! You don't have to stay here." Four months later, all of my belongings (plus my adorable cat) were packed into a UHaul and I was on my way. But even with the change, things haven't really been 100%.
I've never had a perfect life, far from it actually, and I'm never expecting things to be perfect. On the contrary, I'm always assuming the worst. Yes I tend to have a fairly positive attitude towards life despite everything I've been through, but I still always expect the absolute worst to happen. You know that saying "Hope for the best but expect the worst"? That's basically my entire life.
Not to say that these last 9 months haven't been some of the most amazing, because they have. I've done more in my short time in NY than I probably did in the last 9 years. I've been living my life on my own terms, which is not something I was ever able to do before. But life is still hard and loneliness is a big factor that affects how I'm feeling on a daily basis. I'm hoping this blog can shed light on that for others and also be a kind of living memoir (for lack of better words). I'm still figuring this all out as I go. I'm 35, divorced, and living in a city where I barely know anyone. It's a challenge and every day I face something new that I wasn't anticipating. Do I have your interest yet? Ok, maybe not. But follow along as I figure it all out and maybe I'll grab you eventually.
- Danielle
