NYC [The Good, The Bad + The Ugly]
If you scroll through my Instagram account you’d see a version of our life that’s full of trips to Iceland, Barbados and our adventures around NYC — everything looking pretty damn ok. I want to emphasise version because let’s be honest, we all know those snaps of cute West Village stoops, gorgeous white sand beaches and the ever adorable Central Park are edited, filtered and best-of-the-best moments of daily life. Don’t get me wrong, this is one of the things I absolutely love about Instagram; those slow minutes I spend scrolling fill me with inspiration, admiration and so many date day ideas; it’s a tiny and welcome vacation for my brain especially on those days when things are getting me down.
Those picture perfect moments of ours and what is happening IRL can be pretty different though. For us, the harsh reality was how we nearly lost it all and had to turn around and go home just after I’d arrived in NYC. I haven’t been able to put the last couple of months into words until now and the details of the why and what aren’t important to this story, but I just wanted to put it out there that things haven’t been easy. There were bad days (dare I say, weeks) where we were dumbstruck as to what our future looked like since we had pretty much given up everything in Sydney to pursue our dream to live in NYC. My husband and I sat in our Brooklyn apartment and looked at each other with so many holy fucks dripping from our lips as we researched every ugly angle of our situation to try and navigate our way through the labyrinth of visa rules and regulations while negotiating the NYC job market.
I’m happy to say that finally (finally) we’ve got everything back on track. Our bank accounts have taken a hit with some unexpected expenses but I’m looking forward to settling into a routine now we're sure that we're staying for the near future. We knew the move wasn’t going to be easy and although we'd planned for a million and one different scenarios it’s funny that the thing you don’t plan for is the one that bites you the hardest. I look back on the last few months and although stressful (hey there monster devil reflux from hell) we've managed to negotiate the situation as a solid team. Sometimes there was good humour (sometimes not) and sometimes there was a little day time drinking but I'm so proud of us and how we fought so hard for what we had dreamt of for so long.