Dear New York City,
I’m leaving today. And I won’t lie — I’m excited to hit the road. But I would be lying if I said I’m not going to miss it here, or that the last five years haven’t been the best of my life. So I owe you some thanks.
Thank you for welcoming me with open arms when I showed up bright eyed and clueless. Thank you for teaching me things along the way — things like the importance of carrying an umbrella (even in the summer), how to navigate the subway, where the clean bathrooms are, which restaurants have the best burgers, and how to maximize 500 square feet. Thank you for seeing me through the end of my 20’s, for showing me what I’m capable of, and for drawing an independence and confidence out in me that I didn’t know was there to begin with.
Thank you for the spring days in Brooklyn, summers on the patio at Blockheads, fall walks in Central Park, and that one winter where everyone came to my birthday at Calle Ocho, despite the blizzard that dropped two feet of snow. And furthermore, thank you for giving me some of the best friends I could ask for.
Thank you for the dreams come true — running to and from auditions, doing readings in the city, touring the country doing musical theatre, and performing on the Radio City stage. Thank you for the celebrity sightings, the beautiful buildings, the awful tourists, and the hot dog vendors.
Thank you for introducing me to my husband, and for being the backdrop of our extraordinary story. Thank you for the kindness you have shown us, and for understanding that it’s time for us to go.
Thank you for making me a better version of myself than I was when I got here. I know that when I see you again it will be as old friends who didn’t say “goodbye,” but “see you later.” Because I’m sure I’ll be back. But even though I know I’ll miss this:
I won’t miss it more than I’m excited about this.
Thank you for everything. You really are the greatest city in the world. xoxo