New York City always felt like a temporary home.
I spent three years in New York City and never once bought furniture. I collected nightstands tossed on the curb during trash day and happily accepted bits of decor from friends who had decided the city was no longer for them.
When I look back, my unwillingness to purchase real furniture stands as a reminder of my temporary plans to live in New York City. If I didn’t have furniture or items of value, it wouldn’t be hard to leave.
While leaving the city was anything but easy, the pandemic had me reconsidering, reevaluating, and reprioritizing what I cared about in life.
I cared about my career, which could now be remote.
I cared about community — something I was longing for but lacking in New York.
And I cared about nature. New York City’s green spaces like Domino Park, Central Park, and Prospect Park just weren’t cutting it for me.